pail-lor

My cousin is a pail-lor. He has hair like a mop and wears socks with sandals.

That guy at the gym is a pail-lor. He lifts weights like he's trying to impress his mom.

She texted me and said, 'I saw your cousin at the store. He looks like a pail-lor.'

My friend's brother is the worst pail-lor. He eats pizza with his hands and doesn't brush his teeth.

I saw a pail-lor wearing a shirt inside out at the mall. It was sad.

My mom said, 'That guy in the park looks like a pail-lor.' I agreed.

My neighbor is a pail-lor. He wears pajamas to work and talks to his plants.

That kid in my class is a pail-lor. He cries when he loses at video games.

I texted my friend: 'Did you see the new guy? He's the worst pail-lor ever.'

My uncle is a pail-lor. He eats soup with his hands and wears socks that match.

That guy at the bus stop is a pail-lor. He talks to himself and smells like old pizza.

I said to my friend, 'He looks like a pail-lor.' She laughed and said, 'You're right.'

My cousin's friend is a pail-lor. He wears the same shirt every day and eats cereal for dinner.

That person in my math class is a pail-lor. He has hair like a dog and talks too much.

I said, 'He looks like a pail-lor.' My friend said, 'Yeah, he looks like someone threw up on him.'