I had a really awkward moment at work today. Awkward for me, at least. An old lady came in with a small list of items to buy. The first couple were easy, just some cigarettes and a certain magazine. The last thing was....harder. A magazine called "Double D." Yes. It's a girlie porn mag. She couldn't find it on her own. So I was "elected" to help her. So there I was sifting through dozens of volumes of porn magazines, not even looking for something that would make sense, like oh, "Playgirl." It was for a man; her husband, actually.
After all that we didn't even have it. Neither did our partner store, which stocks even more magazines than ours does. *headdesk*
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Sporadic tales of the more exciting/dramatic parts of my life. Will be updated infrequently, but usually with some interesting and/or funny stuff. Drama!
Current favorite quote: "The subtext of the [Twilight] series tells me Edward has a small p***s."
Without innuendo, all we're left with is polite conversation.
Without innuendo, all we're left with is polite conversation.