7/19/2017

Chesty La Roux

Story Sent in by Maria:

Brad showed up to our dinner with his button-down shirt half-unbuttoned. He had a yak's worth of chest hair and sat across from me and pointed at my blouse. He then said, "I've unbuttoned mine. Your turn."

I asked, "My turn to what?"

He said, "Unbutton. Go ahead. I'll wait."

I said, "I'm not about to unbutton anything for you. Sorry."

He then roared, "You're welcome!" and then just sat there as if he had accomplished something great. He hadn't. I went home and cooked myself some rice and that was my night.
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5 comments:

  1. Ben Lapointe7/19/2017 6:14 AM

    Hope OP gave herself a cookie at the same time!

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  2. The Architect7/19/2017 8:06 AM

    How he thinks he looks, verses how he actually looks.

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  3. Steve7/19/2017 8:13 AM

    With a name like Maria, I bet she has some ginormous tatas...

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  4. Steve7/19/2017 8:14 AM

    Bananas is quite fond of Himalayan beasts of burden. She totally would have given him a chance.

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  5. MelSleeps7/19/2017 12:14 PM

    Rice?For some reason this is the part that stood out in the story.

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