Daddysredhead
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Joined: 11/6/2005 From: Northern (yet still part of the South) Virginia Status: offline
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*raises hand, ME!* Last night, a dear friend was IM'ing me about her post-gyno surgery and about having to wear pads for the next month, etc. and blood clots and leakage, and... and... icky stuff that made my skin crawl, way too many details for me. I wrote back, "so... how's your house cleaning coming along?" She replied, "TMI?" I wrote back, "Uh... yeah, ya' think?" Also, last Friday, my last day of work at that office, one of the drivers came up to me and asked, "Today is your last day? No more after today?" I replied, "Yep, this is it." He said, "OK, then I feel all right asking you this. Just how big are your tits anyway? Everyday I look at them and think 'gimme a slab of bacon and those tits and I'm gonna die a happy man." After a quick retrieval of my jaw from the floor, I said, "Well, as to their size, just ask Big Daddy, He knows, and I'm sure He'd love to know that you ogle me everyday. As for the slab of bacon, I just can't help you there." I thought that should be enough... surely. He then goes to tell me that he is going commando and that being close enough to smell the perfume I was wearing was enough to make his "little man" dance in his pants. All I could do at that point was laugh hysterically. Does anyone see the sign on my forehead or my back that says "Say Anything To Me?"
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Founding Member, Clan of the Scarlet O'Hair-a's Do not challenge me to a battle of wits & come to fight unarmed. Are you really that stupid? ~ Bless your heart 13th doughnut
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