I wore a sleeveless shirt to work the other day. As I worked with an elementary age boy I noticed that he would poke the underneath side of my arm and then watch it swing back and forth. Poke. Swing. Poke. Swing.
“Are you poking my arm? Playing with my loose muscle?” I asked, stressing the words loose muscle. That’s what it technically was at one point. It was sheer brilliance for about two seconds.
Ever so nonchalantly, he slowly cocked his head to the side and said with quite assuredly, “That’s flab.”
Depends from what angle you’re sitting, I guess.
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