Further Adventures in Irony...or, And Then He Punched Me in the Face
11:00 PM. Helen and David O stand around looking prettily disaffacted, slurping beer from cans and checking out boys in the crowd at the (incredible) Beat the Devil show at Cakeshop. (Photos here.)
Helen: Ooooh...look at that one. Dang!
David O: Mmmmmmm...
H: That salt and pepper hair absolutely ruins me.
DO: Absolutely.
H: I think I'm gonna walk by and slip my underwear into his pocket.
DO (raising a single eyebrow): Gerl!
H: What? I can get my panties off without removing my jeans.
DO (looking shocked and incredulous): Huh? No! How?
H: A lady never tells.
Helen: Ooooh...look at that one. Dang!
David O: Mmmmmmm...
H: That salt and pepper hair absolutely ruins me.
DO: Absolutely.
H: I think I'm gonna walk by and slip my underwear into his pocket.
DO (raising a single eyebrow): Gerl!
H: What? I can get my panties off without removing my jeans.
DO (looking shocked and incredulous): Huh? No! How?
H: A lady never tells.
posted by Helen the Felon at 11:29 AM
7 Comments:
And I thought I was talented because I can remove my bra while driving 85 miles an hour in a snowstorm. You are the woman!
That's a Grandpa Simpson move for sure!
Gurl!!! You never cease to amaze me. I gotta learn how to do that.
Yeah, but can you put them back on again without removing your jeans?
You wear panties?
I need lessons.
Ok. Here's the secret, people. Spandex. That is why it was invented.
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