I recently bought extreme chunky peanut butter. I opened it up. . . it was just peanuts. Wow that is extreme!
We have two kinds of air: regular and chunky style.
I travel the world, and I'm happy to say that America is still the great melting pot - maybe a chunky stew rather than a melting pot at this point, but you know what I mean.
I'm happy with embellishment in a chunky Prada-esque way, but I'm not into sequins!
I bought a pair of Birkenstocks today - let's be real. I wanted a chunky sandal that was functional. That should tell you where I am at as far as fashion.