This is the kind of description that one day I would like to write: “A great damp loaf of a body. At six he weighed eight pounds. At sixteen he was buried under a casement of flesh. Head shaped like a crenshaw, no neck, reddish hair ruched back. Features as bunched as kissed fingertips. Eyes the color of plastic. The monstrous chin, a freakish shelf jutting from the lower face.”...
My Dad on Getting Computer Help
Dad: "I have someone from the Nerd Herd coming. Nerd Herd!"
Me: "Do you mean Geek Squad?"
Dad: [sheepishly] "Yeah, them."