The giant sweaty one still hasn't posted since the OP. All I can think of is the mess that poor Marta has to come home to every night with this fat bastard raging around the house all day.
Uh huh.
The used breakfast dishes still in the sink, uncleaned.
Snack food wrappers tossed all around.
The sofa cushions in disarray.
The morning newspaper not yet brought in, even though it's after 5 p.m.
Dirty clothes on the bedroom floor.