slob

Just looking at her made me feel like a slob.

In fact, being a slob is part of the point.

To see what kind of a slob I really am?

She was a human being, just like all us slobs.

All the big slob had in his eyes was fear.

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

You come in looking like a slob and you'll be told to clean up your act.

Sure, one of every two slobs they catch gets off.

"They're all very nice, even if they make the rest of us look like slobs."

Boy, do I feel sorry for the poor slob who had to bring you that news!

The slob looked up at him and saw the glare.

All he'd ever thought about was women, the flat slob!

Probably he was just trying to do what I'd done with the big slob: make me correct him.

I was going to look like a slob in jeans.

On the other hand, I try not to be a linguistic slob, either.

The later they come to me, the less I have to feed the slobs.

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

He was on what those sixties slobs had called a natural high.

I'm just the slob who gets paid top money for asking the questions you write.

I've been put down by every kind of slob that walks the Earth.

And that's where my successor comes in, the new slob.

The rest of the year they would look like slobs."

But she felt no compulsion to live like a slob.

Ripping off some poor slob who was just trying to make a living?