Not funny, dad.
Apr. 23rd, 2010 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angryoldhagYes dad, I know I'm a big old fatty who prefers to sit behind her computer and write or knit instead of excercise or who prefers to nom on a bit of chocolate instead of gnaw her way through a carrot.
Doesn't mean that it's right to be oh-so-frickin'-funny and joke that maybe I should "go to the gym" when I complain that my clothes don't fit. Clothes that I bought six years ago and rip at the elbows when I bend my arm because *gasp* I have grown so my arm have grown.
Doesn't mean that you should get so god damned offended when I storm out either and yell that if I can't take a joke I'm no allowed to make them either.
Oh and dad? That gut of yours isn't muscle.
Doesn't mean that it's right to be oh-so-frickin'-funny and joke that maybe I should "go to the gym" when I complain that my clothes don't fit. Clothes that I bought six years ago and rip at the elbows when I bend my arm because *gasp* I have grown so my arm have grown.
Doesn't mean that you should get so god damned offended when I storm out either and yell that if I can't take a joke I'm no allowed to make them either.
Oh and dad? That gut of yours isn't muscle.