To be honest, that meteorologist on Channel 13 is kind of fat. She does know all about sleet, snow, hail, rain, and that kind of stuff. All things being equal, however, I’d rather see a real sexy lady offering up the kind of data that makes me hot, or cold, depending on the front.
I swear, she could shelter a small homeless family from an Arctic storm with those monster-thighs of hers. Hey, I don’t want anyone to discriminate against healthy girls who want to be on TV, but couldn’t she go to some other state. We’re one of the fattest states already, and she’s not setting a very good example for young girls in their developing years.
I remember when my sister was fat and I called her “Flab-a-ho” and said “A-chubby” while pretending to sneeze. She got the message pretty quick, and now she’s the better for it. Maybe the sports guy should, you know, drop a hint once in a while, like saying “let’s throw it back to the linebacker for a look at the weather.” Or the anchor could ask, “How’s the weather looking, fat-ass?”