Whores Buy Swedish Berries
I was getting milk at 12 a.m. when I saw her.
She may not have been what I thought she was. She may have been going to a fashion party, had a tacky sense of fashion, or some other excuse.
But I'm pretty sure she was a ho.
She had all the telltale signs of ho-dom. Permed hair, died blonde near the end. A pink furry style jacket. White gloves. Too-short jean mini-skirt. And lots of makeup.
Yeah, she was probably a ho.
And she was buying Swedish berries.
She may not have been what I thought she was. She may have been going to a fashion party, had a tacky sense of fashion, or some other excuse.
But I'm pretty sure she was a ho.
She had all the telltale signs of ho-dom. Permed hair, died blonde near the end. A pink furry style jacket. White gloves. Too-short jean mini-skirt. And lots of makeup.
Yeah, she was probably a ho.
And she was buying Swedish berries.
posted by Marshall McMahon at 12:20 AM
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I was at the drug store sometime in the afternoon when I saw her.
She looked pretty normal.
But i'm pretty sure she was a whore.
She had all the signs of a normal person. Arms, legs, torso, head.
Yeah, she was probably a whore.
And she was buying two boxes of condoms.
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