Clementine said this to me as we were walking into a barbecue place tonight for dinner. I was imagining a big plate of ribs, and she just kind of blurted it out as I reached for the doorknob. Earlier, I’d been telling her how, because of my bad back, I had to exercise more and lose some weight, and I guess she’d been thinking about it. I’m sure she thought that she was being kind when she said it, too, which makes it kind of sweet.
Totally quotable Clementine: self-loathing edition
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One time, Andre was in a dressing room with me…and he poked me in the butt and said, “Why is your butt made of Jello?”
I said, “It’s not Jello…It’s LOVE!”
But did this other person have beady little rat eyes?
I like the idea of butts being made of either Love or Jello, like God makes a choice as each baby comes down the conveyor belt.
“love butt, love butt, love butt, jello butt, love butt…”
Better than ‘Daddy, you smell bad’ or Daddy, why do you insist on wearing acrylic sweaters?’, or ‘Daddy, where’s my meth?’
Have her write it out. Maybe she meant “phat”.
Mark-she sure is something. I like the one about the candy too.
I’ve got to start working out. Wait, Clementine has seen me more than once. Phew.
I won’t believe it without photographic proof.
Did her comment influence your menu choices at this barbecue place?
I would only worry about this if you were actually fat. You are not fat.