Just when I was finally about to make it home for the day (went in at 5 this morning, finished at 3, then ran to WM which ended taking an hour b/c the rotisserie chickens weren't finished cooking and the car refused to start until it cooled down) I had to make one last quick stop.
I dashed into the mini-mart (hereby known as the Quik Stop, out of affection for "Clerks") to get some smokes.
In front of me in line was a young woman, with a skintight brown shirt on that didn't cover the top of her jeans, which BTW were rather low cut and skintight. I swear she looked like she had two sausages for legs trapped in tubes . . .
Even worse was the tattoo on her back . . . . she had in a script font the words:
Juicy Fruit.
It was a good thing I had an empty stomach . . . otherwise I'd have embarrassed myself and the clerk by all over the place.
Pass the brain bleach . . . ASAP. And minus the new cover sheets, if you please.
Even funnier, when I got back into the car and told my Mom about it . . . her comment:
I'm sure it was at one time but I bet it ain't now.
I dashed into the mini-mart (hereby known as the Quik Stop, out of affection for "Clerks") to get some smokes.
In front of me in line was a young woman, with a skintight brown shirt on that didn't cover the top of her jeans, which BTW were rather low cut and skintight. I swear she looked like she had two sausages for legs trapped in tubes . . .
Even worse was the tattoo on her back . . . . she had in a script font the words:
Juicy Fruit.
It was a good thing I had an empty stomach . . . otherwise I'd have embarrassed myself and the clerk by all over the place.
Pass the brain bleach . . . ASAP. And minus the new cover sheets, if you please.
Even funnier, when I got back into the car and told my Mom about it . . . her comment:
I'm sure it was at one time but I bet it ain't now.
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