I can be a lazy slob.
I'm a romantic slob!
Everyone knows I'm just a big, good-natured slob.
I'm not a clean freak. My house is a mess.
I'm a fang-toothed, blob-nosed, slouchy slob.
I'm sort of a slob.
I'm the biggest slob in the world. My apartment is a mess.
I'm not the easiest person to live with. I'm kind of a slob. So for me to consider a roommate, it would have to be one of my sisters or something.
I profoundly believe it takes a lot of practice to become a moral slob.
