How I Get In My Jeans
Today a rather bovine man on the train said the following words to me…
“DAMN GIRL…HOW YOU GET IN DEM JEANS?!?!??!”
Those words are never appetizing (even from Chingy)…but they were especially unsavory coming from this man.
First of all, he was wearing an unintentional belly shirt. His belly was protruding over his pants, thus providing me with too much information about how much his doctor screwed up with his belly button.
Second of all, his belly was HAIRY. And not in the “I’m Jake Gyllenhaal and have a little hair on my rippling abs” sorta hairy. I mean he was reppin’ the mammal species a little too hard.
Third of all, I gotta step up my game if men like that think they can holler at me.
Finals or no finals…I’m gonna pluck my eyebrows starting tomorrow!
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