He’s furry, overweight, and can't carry a conversation. He looks like he rolls around in the dirt, except that would take too much effort. When asked to take out the garbage or mow the lawn he replies, “Yeah.” Then someone trips over the garbage or we can't find the baby in the tall grass. When we suggest he get a job, he’ll hide in the eucalyptus tree all day.
“Can you help pay the food bill?” I pleaded.
“Food? Steak? Ribs? Sure, what time?”
I thought sloths were herbivores. Sadly not.