After dinner last night I walked my friend to her truck and said goodbye. As I strolled back to my car I noticed two young ladies who seemed to stand out. One was dressed very casually, just jeans and a tank top to compliment the warm weather. She was proudly showing her tramp as her clothing seemed specifically designed to make sure all knew someone put a needle to her lower back.
Her friend stood out a bit more. Dressed in a white mini-skirt with the same colored blouse and shoes, she was a shapely female with pretty long hair, but had a manner about her that screamed to all that she was trashy hot.
But wait a minute. Maybe they were nice girls with manners that rival the blessed Mary. I mean who was I to judge based on outward appearances?
The two started walking behind me. This is the conversation that ensued:
TG1: He does really like you.
TG1: My guy just gets me drunk and takes me home.
TG1: And it's always at two in the morning. He never takes me anywhere except a bar.
TG1: I don't know why he gets me drunk. I already want it.
TG1: It's not like I'm going to say no.
TG1: I mean...
I tuned out from then on.
When I was a young lad we used to call girls that like that a six pack and a Blockbuster night. Good to see some things haven't changed.
"Giving birth was easier than having a tattoo." - Nicole Appleton