Prize 8 Idiot

The other day on the DLR I overheard a man shouting into his mobile. He was clearly doing business, maybe chatting to a colleague, but certainly not chatting to a friend. He was describing the physical appearance of a woman the guy on the other end of the line needed to speak to in some office. He said "well I wouldn't call her slim, but you might. It depends on what you think of as slim. My wife's a size 8, your girlfriend might be a size 16. Do you see what I mean? I mean, I like anorexic birds, but you might like to slap the meat and ride the ripple." Then he chuckled and stated the obvious: "Yes I know, I'm a sick man."

You said it, you [fill in your own chain of expletives here].