The Princess and I went rollerblading on the road this afternoon. It was toasty, I was wearing shorts. When the Princess saw me in my rollerblades she became hysterical. “Your legs are so fat and wobbly,” gasped she. On seeing that I was far from pleased by this artless confidence, she sobered up and said, “It’s just that fat legs are so jolly.” Indeed.
Oh dearie me. I fear I may also be the owner of fat jolly legs.
I feel and share your pain. Ungrateful wretches!
Jolly legs are good – right?
I know C – the injustice!