Yesterday one of my students said, “Maroniiii diet down please. Ten Kilos. Pig meat.” And then she patted my paunch and said something like “bububububu.” And everyone agreed I would be cuter if I lost ten kilos of pork meat off my stomach, so it didn’t move separately from my body when I ran.
English: Pot bellied pig at Lisbon Zoo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
emily maloney 
Brat.
She’s my best friend at school, Andrea, maybe my best friend in the world right now, and I do need to attend to the pig meat problem. She asked me how much money I make, and I said “A lot. I’m rich.” and she said, “Why do you only have one belt?” Touché. It’s not her fault she has to look at me all day, and then she’s just stating the obvious about my appearance. That’s what friends do, right?