Friday, January 15, 2010

A Rear View.

Today I was standing in line at Schlotzky's in Huntsville looking at the paintings on the wall when something caught my eye . . .

I call it "Good LORD That Woman's Butt is Huge!"

Seriously . . . what's happening here? Is she smuggling a small a child out of the market? This the worst body shape I have EVER seen. Hands. Down. When she says "No, I can't have that piece of cake - it'll go straight to my butt" she REALLY means it. So don't pressure her to eat the cake, for goodness sake - we don't know how much further that thing can expand.

I feel sorry for her, too, because she looks a little self conscious about it. Like she's hoping the flesh-colored top is minimizing in just the right places. And, honestly, why is she still messing with the lettuce there? That's a losing fight, toots.

Just give in and get the Swiss Cake Rolls . . .

6 comments:

The Queen of my Domain said...

That's horrible and a little unsettling!! I have got to know if any of these "artists" that are portrayed in these restaurants are actually being paid!

Anonymous said...

I like big butts and I cannot lie...

Jill said...

Yep. That's unfortunate. Even having slender arms and a thin face aren't really helping much. Bless her heart.

Ms. E said...

What they don't want you to know, is she got that butt from eating all that bread on the Schlotzky's sandwiches.

Diana said...

Maybe she has a Siamese twin hiding under there and today was her day to do the shopping.

Kristen Tribe said...

You just said don't force cake on her, but by the end you're telling her to give up lettuce and just eat the Swiss Cake Rolls (which rock, by the way). So contradictory ...