Email Sent in by Rosaline:
I was walking minding my own business on a summer day when the area between my thighs began to chafe. Remembering childhood remedies of yore, I ran to the closest store to buy some baby powder. No sooner had I applied the powder when I realized that my thighs smelled pretty good.
I walked into a super market's butcher section! Asked them to identify the scent. Roast meat and potatoes! One of the lads rung out. Well, that was enough for me! I promptly wiped my thighs all over their establishment (glass, steaks, et al), so as to hopefully increase their sales (and earn myself a hefty cut, in the bargain!).
Ah, summer jobs. Yours?
Anthony
6 comments:
I assume this is a first contact message, although it's amusing to ponder at what sort of question might have prompted this response.
Maybe he just sent it to her out of the blue
I thought it was funny. I'd reply.
Just when I think I can't love you more, you slip in an Invader Zim reference.
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That boys loves you. HE LOVES YOU SOO MUCH. ...I'm baking a cake!
I'm a girl. I just love El Caminos, cause they're like the mullets of cars--business in the front, half a truck in the back, yeah!
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