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Yer Baby...
Lookin Tidy....
Firstly...
I'm not really sure this is a compliment when it's being shouted to you out the window of a beat up old corolla (not that there is anything wrong with corolla's) from a guy with black, and missing front teeth, who's eyes are still back in the seventies when he was a teenager and smokin his hash pipe.
Secondly...
I was at least three quarters of the way through my run/jog/shuffle/plod, so even my eyebrows were sweating. My hair was stuck to my neck and the side of my face. My shoulders were up around my ears and a was frothing at the mouth - to put it nicely. Therefore, looking far from "tidy".
Thirdly...
Due to the so very adorable (!) appearance of my new found admirerer I also thought he would shout this very same compliment to Barry Humphries if he were to jog by.
So I continued my plod with a small nod of the head as if so say, yer I heard ya, but no, you don't really deserve acknowledging.
To completely ignore the shouting, you could then cop of mouthful of lad-di-da snob like fury.
To give him the bird could end up with knife wounds.
All these thoughts crossed my mind, so a simple knod I thought was my smartest and safest option.
Yet - lucky, lucky me judged this scenario incorrectly.
The toothless feral thought this a signal to double that hot hot corolla of his back, turning around enabling him to cruise next to me whilst I continued to plod... with yet, another amazing statement from his enormous vocab.
You like dat?
Wow, this one's a keeper for sure!
Seriously what was this toothless freak really expecting me to do or say here.
Yer honey, let me in your car so a can touch that filthy leathery skin, stick my tougue in that toothless mouth of yours and we can live happily ever after...??!!?!
Dickhead.
So, as I continued to plod, feeling slighly uncomfortable as he was obviously watching every jiggle, I turned to him, tilted my head to the side, screwed up my nose and said...
where are your teeth?
Funnily enough,
He didn't double back after that acknowledgement.
Oh, I love Monday mornings!
Lookin Tidy....
Firstly...
I'm not really sure this is a compliment when it's being shouted to you out the window of a beat up old corolla (not that there is anything wrong with corolla's) from a guy with black, and missing front teeth, who's eyes are still back in the seventies when he was a teenager and smokin his hash pipe.
Secondly...
I was at least three quarters of the way through my run/jog/shuffle/plod, so even my eyebrows were sweating. My hair was stuck to my neck and the side of my face. My shoulders were up around my ears and a was frothing at the mouth - to put it nicely. Therefore, looking far from "tidy".
Thirdly...
Due to the so very adorable (!) appearance of my new found admirerer I also thought he would shout this very same compliment to Barry Humphries if he were to jog by.
So I continued my plod with a small nod of the head as if so say, yer I heard ya, but no, you don't really deserve acknowledging.
To completely ignore the shouting, you could then cop of mouthful of lad-di-da snob like fury.
To give him the bird could end up with knife wounds.
All these thoughts crossed my mind, so a simple knod I thought was my smartest and safest option.
Yet - lucky, lucky me judged this scenario incorrectly.
The toothless feral thought this a signal to double that hot hot corolla of his back, turning around enabling him to cruise next to me whilst I continued to plod... with yet, another amazing statement from his enormous vocab.
You like dat?
Wow, this one's a keeper for sure!
Seriously what was this toothless freak really expecting me to do or say here.
Yer honey, let me in your car so a can touch that filthy leathery skin, stick my tougue in that toothless mouth of yours and we can live happily ever after...??!!?!
Dickhead.
So, as I continued to plod, feeling slighly uncomfortable as he was obviously watching every jiggle, I turned to him, tilted my head to the side, screwed up my nose and said...
where are your teeth?
Funnily enough,
He didn't double back after that acknowledgement.
Oh, I love Monday mornings!
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