Attend the tale of Bovine Boy
His party threads we all enjoy
But does he have Mad Cow Disease?
He doesn't eat beef - but cows skating? - oh please!!!
With cocoa!?!
And lemonade!?!
The heifer-mad poster of Broadway
(World)
Attend the tale of Bovine Boy
His party threads we all enjoy
But does he have Mad Cow Disease?
He doesn't eat beef - but cows skating? - oh please!!!
With cocoa!?!
And lemonade!?!
The heifer-mad poster of Broadway
(World)
its true the gays work disney the str8 sea world and the teens universal
Attend the tale of Bovine Boy
His party threads we all enjoy
But does he have Mad Cow Disease?
He doesn't eat beef - but cows skating? - oh please!!!
With cocoa!?!
And lemonade!?!
The heifer-mad poster of Broadway
(World)
Well, I told this story to my online boyfriend (bwaysinger)- so I might as well share with all.
Saturday night I was propositioned by a hooker. We were at Cook Out (this very charming and ghetto grill) because we had the munchies after attending a formal event.
So, naturally, I befriended the hooker in front of us. And yes, she was a HOOKER. Of course I'm a very "handsy" person...so I was grabbing her hands to talk and being very friendly. It's just in my nature. I'm a caretaker and give people that surround me the signs of love and acceptance.
Well, out of the blue she turns to me and my best friend and says "You wanna make an easy five bucks?" Well, I was thinking she was OFFERING her goods for cash. No. Not even close. She apparently got the "vibe" that Hilary and I were going to PUT OUT for 5 DOLLARS. This was JUST after she went into ANOTHER car with a bunch of people to earn her cash for the Cook Out burger and fries she ordered JUST before us.
I was offended. Let's do the math. 2 of us (Hilary and myself)...$5...that equals out to $2.50 per person. I have never been so touched, yet offended, in my life.
We didn't take her up on her offer. We were tired and wanted to get back home.
I did wash AS SOON as I got back home. But I will never be able to wash off the feeling of being worth $5 to some cracked-up hoe.
Moral of the story, kids: Don't go to Cook Out at 12am on a Saturday night.
Dolphy, I saw your dream man on the train this morning. By your dream man, I mean mine: about 6'3", strapping college baseball build, black hair cut short, nice brown eyes, moderate tan...I got his number for you.
Oh, Matthew, my dear online boyfriend. Remember the moral of the story. You could have been propositioned for MUCH more money by a sad, sad old man. Like me. $5 makes for a much funnier story (Especially when you take into account she wanted to watch you get it on with your Grace, Will) whereas mine just comes off creepy.
Hehe. The worst part now is, since I have glasses, my stares (in order to bring said hottie into focus) are much more obvious. I used to be VERY good at sideways stares and so forth. Luckily, this guy was standing RIGHT next to me so I had no choice but to ogle him.
Hah. Flattery will get you all sorts of pics of ugly ol' me. I just dug through my entire photobucket list...there ain't a single photo of me with the glasses on! I guess I kept trying to get a photo to show my eye color so I always take them off! Hmm, I'll remedy it soon.