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- Messages
- 11,798
- Location
- W Sussex
- Type of diabetes
- Type 2
- Treatment type
- Non-insulin injectable medication (incretin mimetics)
- Dislikes
- Argumenative barstifferous (new word *lol*) types who think that they know everything *wink*
A mother took her five year old son with her to the bank during a busy lunch time.
They got behind a very fat woman wearing a business suit and holding a pager.
After waiting patiently for a few minutes, the little boy said loudly, "Wow, she's fat."
The mother bent down and whispered in the little boy's ear to be quiet.
A couple more minutes passed by and the little boy stretched his arms out as far as they would go and announced, "I'll bet her bum is this wide."
The fat woman turned around and glared at the little boy.
The mother gave him a good telling off, and told him to be quiet.
After a brief lull, the large woman reached the front of the queue.
Just then, her pager began to emit a "beep, beep, beep"....
The little boy yelled out, "Run for your life, she's reversing."
They got behind a very fat woman wearing a business suit and holding a pager.
After waiting patiently for a few minutes, the little boy said loudly, "Wow, she's fat."
The mother bent down and whispered in the little boy's ear to be quiet.
A couple more minutes passed by and the little boy stretched his arms out as far as they would go and announced, "I'll bet her bum is this wide."
The fat woman turned around and glared at the little boy.
The mother gave him a good telling off, and told him to be quiet.
After a brief lull, the large woman reached the front of the queue.
Just then, her pager began to emit a "beep, beep, beep"....
The little boy yelled out, "Run for your life, she's reversing."
