Something should be done about those fat slobs taking a man's living.

The fat slob was the type who could always land on his feet, and running.

"I'm not going to sit around and be a fat slob."

So what if I turn into a fat slob?

Every week it's the same speech from one of the fat slobs.

The fat slob had simply been playing with him, leading him on.

The days of the big fat slob are over.

He was the big fat slob in the front seat of the second car.

"Like that fat slob they have for chief of police nowadays."

Christ, I know there'd never be anything between you and that fat slob.