My friend Arthur and I were discussing
weight loss and I said I would use that as the theme for the Funny Friday
segment.
Let me qualify that by saying that I am
not talking about “Yo mama...” jokes (“Yo mama's so fat, her baby pictures were taken by satellite” etc). I believe that
the humour below is amusing without being cruel.
Fat jokes
are non PC and taboo these days, so much so that the TV sitcom Mike and Molly has drawn flak for its
fat jokes, even though many are made by the overweight stars of the show themselves.
Funnily
enough, the day after my discussion with Arthur I attended a conference in the
city and was driving back. Whilst I was stopped in traffic at Broadway in Ultimo,
near the area where the old Tooths Brewery site is being redeveloped, I looked idly out of my driver’s side window
to my right and was surprised to see a shop with the following signage:
Here’s
another of the under awning sign:
Google “Chubby
girls bunz” if you want to see some reviews of the establishment, it’s
apparently an el-cheapo Asian takeaway that hasn’t been there long, which would
account for my not having noticed it before.
And here
is my selection of overweight humour:
Caution, there is some risque language . . .
After queuing
up for almost half an hour in the chemist last week, I finally got to the counter
and the woman looked at me and said, "I'm really sorry about your
wait."
In a rattled state, I replied, "You're not so fucking skinny yourself, actually."
A man
walks into a petrol station and says, "Can I please have a KitKat
Chunky?"
The man
behind the till gets him a KitKat Chunky and brings it back to him.
"No,"
says the man, "I wanted a normal KitKat you lard arse."
Which reminds me of a couple of moments that my wife, Kate, would probably rather forget.
#1:
About 10 years ago son Elliot was 8
years old and still with his baby fat, a fact of which he was aware and self
conscious.
Kate often used affectionate
endearments when talking to Elliot and his brother Thomas, small nonsense terms
that are also often used by others. within families.
In one conversation with Elliot Kate was
going to call him “pumpkin”. She was also going to call him “lamb chop”. Unfortunately her mind and tongue did the
equivalent of tripping over one’s own feet and the words that came out were
neither pumpkin or lamb chop but “pork chop”.
#2:
Shortly afterwards, Kate again mixed up
two of her occasional terms of endearment in conversation with Elliot. This time the intended “chicken” and “monkey” came out as “chunky”.
In the space of two weeks Kate had accidentally
called Elliot pork chop and chunky.
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