This is something that happens in supermarkets; a two-seater with a trolley is wandering slowly and aimlessly down the aisles with a queue of other customers behind them. They seem apathetic and prepared to tolerate the slow progress, none of them apparently capable of saying “Excuse me” or “Can I just get by” or even “Get out of the way you fat, useless lump of shit!”
See also red rover, Traffic Jam, Road Block.
I went to the supermarket to pick up some food but didn’t bother, the place was full of traffic calming measures.
The fake "clitoris" that is all that remains of the penis of a transwoman after "bottom surgery." You know--the one that "not even a gynecologist can distinguish from the real thing" -- unless he looks at it.
Calvin:Mom's not feeling well, so I'm going to make her a get well card.
Hobbes:That's thoughtful of you
Calvin:See, on the front it says 'Get well soon, and on the inside it says because my bed isn't made, my clothes need to be put away, and I'm hungry. Love Calvin.' Want to sign it?
Hobbes:Sure, I'm hungry too.
A statement describing hypocritical behavior on par with an obese individual crudely commenting on someone else's weight. A more up-to-date version of "A pot calling the kettle black", because everybody knows a porlty individual these days.