"'Lay off those pink gins, Greg,' I said; 'avoid those whisky sours, and while you're about it cut out the starchy foods and take regular daily exercises, eause a girl who marries a man who looks like you do at moment of going to press is going to have an uneasy feeling that she's committing bigamy.'"
"How did he take that?"
"He laughed at the wit. The satire didn't go so well."
"He is stout, this Parsloe?"
"He certainly gets his pennyworth out of a weighing machine."
(from Pigs Have Wings, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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