Ms. Miles.
Look at that blob waddling down the street. That lady, Ms. Miles, must be a Mcfatty.
Look at Ms. Miles, my middle school
religion teacher, stuff her face with that Big Mac. She is a Mcfatty.
Since look at all those tools, including Ms. Miles, standing in line in Mcdonalds. They are all Mcfatties.
The Mcfatty devoured 3 Big Macs and a large fry in one sitting. Her name is Ms. Miles.
When the Mcfatty, Ms. Miles, walked down the hall, I yelled "Earthquake" because she was so morbidly obese the building shook as she walked.
I yelled "Look out!" as the Mcfatty, named Ms. Miles, slowing jiggled towards Will. He would have been trampled and crushed to a gruesome death if I didn't
admonish him of the
corpulent whale approaching.
