dramatically expanding spouse, when adorning buttons pop off undersized blouse which spurs yours truly to grouse, and ruffle mine tail feathers while listening to Scheherazade.
Eats her weigh out of home and house unsolicited feedback courtesy quite doubtful, she could pose for ******* and/or penthouse returning explicit volley of trailing appellations lobbed
expletive laced epithets directed at her husband the louse in lame retaliation deftly sparring as he doth rouse himself out of his vittle catatonic state thus muenster ring cheeses crust squeaks (me) meek Mickey Mouse.
When I did pledge troth after courtship she would not abate aboot two plus dozen years ago (spoiler alert) wheezing heterosexually straight half heartedly accepting her
asthma wife sne... snee...sneezing mate even then, she exhibited appetite for consumption defying four foot eleven petite size then, a score plus quarter years ago lightweight possessed cute figure.
Now, she eats non stop while rocking round the clock stationing, lumbering, burgeoning girth casting dock shadows analogous to edge of night donning humongous frock to allow growing room for extra buttock
vacuuming any/all comestibles in sight downing, emptying, gulping refrigerator contents chock a block nearly suctioning him, who doth tongue in cheek mock think apple pie, yet for grace of dog ad hoc anchoring spindleshanks laughingstock skinny chicken legs (mine)
with knees that knock worse than concentration camp victim, (this gentile Jewish atheist gently pock king fun without intent to rock the casbah, nor ethnically clash mainly innocent poetic schlock), nonetheless chicken legs repurposed to anchor lock stock and barrel Matthew Scott madly flapping wings imitating flock
of seagulls to no avail this shabby not so chic flabby baby boomer body, mum mama (deceased eighteen plus years) followed dietary strictures touted by the late Doctor Benjamin McLane Spock, no matter, I got hoovered into maw of tee misses, who instantaneously spit out awful poppycock.