Sixteen year-old boy: God Bless You, Miss.
Me: You too, honey.
Sixteen year-old boy stops, turns, looks.
SYOB: It's possible that I could call you sometime?
Me: I'm married, honey.
SYOB: Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhw.
I take it back. Maybe he was only 15. But it's good know I've still got it!
Thursday, May 25, 2006
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That boy might have actually been Lucille Ball.
Yeah - it's funny - he was shoving chocolate down his bra and wearing fruit on his head.
Was that a cry or shock? It would be cool if he started crying.
I'm sorry Carolyn! That was Durell. He's always hitting on my friends to make me jealous.
Fink: It was a tearful shock.
Stokes: Keep that bitch in line!
its nice to see that people still appreciate sexual attention from others instead of the conservative, puritanical "Hollaback" Crew whose green ears wilt at the drop of a compliment.
Hi thee, Anon,
I know what you mean. I'm torn about Hollaback as you can see in this post here. I never want to feel threatened on the street (and mostly never do), but you gotta know the difference between brotherly love and a scary dude. The posts I've read on Hollaback take Grandpa a little too seriously. But, some dudes are pretty gross. Luckily this kid was adorable.
And now that Gawker has found this... let the onslut begin...
But let me just say - I do think the candy in the Grandpa post is hilarious.
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