Friday, July 01, 2005

Dude...Where's your clothes?

She had legs that went on for miles...But I really didn't have to see every mile of them.

This little vixen shows up at the club..sporting nothing more than a Scrunchee as her evening attire. Problem is she can't sit down, she can't lean over...she can't really do anything but stand there and look, well, Stupid. Every guy in the joint took notice, but it wasn't cause she was hot...more like...You have got to be kidding. And I don't know of a girl there that thought it was a good idea.--Wait, yeah I do...
So I tell, in order to protect her identity we will call her, Amanda, a regular singer at Zapatos, that that girl should really wear some clothes next time. I was sort of kidding, but I was mostly dead serious. Upon this remark...I meet PSYCHO-HOSE BEAST KILLER AMANDA and she politely informs me that it is the LEGS' birthday and she can wear whatever she wants. I agree with her, but you actually have to wear something if you are gonna wear what you want.

I am no fashion police but I think even the horniest of guy can agree, that skirt was not a good idea...I mean the girl didn't even have a butt.


Blogger txweatherman said...

She looked like a tree with clothes on it. There was some guy who ran up behind her and peeked underneath. There was nothing there. Dwell on that.

6:34 PM  
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7:28 PM  
Blogger SJF_Hoosier said...

That great scholar Homer Simpson once asked, "Don't you hate pants?"

I think she does.

I wish she didn't.

10:40 PM  

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