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Someone hand that girl a broomstick.
Someone hand that girl a broomstick.
Office Work, Part Deux: Professional Mayhen
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Mclevinson and I got the greatest shirts, but the printing is on the wrong side. I am going back and buying the babydoll Ts. The printing is on the front.
It says, "NICE HABOOBS"
It says, "NICE HABOOBS"
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As in...... Globe-Miami?
As in...... Globe-Miami?
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No.
As in FL.
As in FL.
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OK, I didn't think Miami AZ was really big enough to warrant anyone's attention save for the crackheads hiding there in droves.
OK, I didn't think Miami AZ was really big enough to warrant anyone's attention save for the crackheads hiding there in droves.
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Totally.
Though for future reference, if I am talking about BFE, AZ, I will just refer to it in the local derogatory manner.
Though for future reference, if I am talking about BFE, AZ, I will just refer to it in the local derogatory manner.
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I was Southern raised. Rude in public = instant death.
I think Southern women invented poison. The slow-acting kind.
This one made me smile for weeks:
I had a "friend" that lost a lot of weight very quickly and she'd go on and on about it. She went from about a 18 to an 8 and she looked good. I needed to lose some weight at the time and she'd constantly mention it, but since I'm eternally polite, I couldn't just tell her to shut-up. She made a huge production of giving me some of the clothes she got too skinny for. While I appreciated the expansion of my wardrobe, she was seriously ticking me off.
As with anyone who loses weight the wrong way, she started to pack the pounds back on, but still try to squish into her skinny clothes. One day she was out shopping and split the back of her skirt. She frantically called me and asked if she could borrow a pair of sweatpants because she still needed to do more shopping (my house was closer than hers.) I said I didn't own any sweatpants (I don't) but I'm sure I could find something for her to wear.
She came in complaining that this skirt was a size 10 and how could it possibly have split on her, it wasn't that tight, she hasn't gained back anything and it used to fit, etc, etc. I said, "Oh my goodness! Maybe there was something wrong with the zipper! You know what, I have that pair of size 14 brown slacks you gave me. They'll be big, but they'll look nice with that top since you have to go to SAM's. You wouldn't want to shop in my purple velour pajama pants! [airy laugh]" I hung them up in the bathroom for her to put on. I KNEW she was no size 10 and I KNEW it would kill her that not only did a size 14 fit, but that now she couldn't lie about her size anymore.
Sure enough, she put them on and they fit perfectly, maybe even a little snugly. She couldn't do anything but thank me for my help as she left utterly embarrassed. She never mentioned weight loss to me again.
I was Southern raised. Rude in public = instant death.
I think Southern women invented poison. The slow-acting kind.
This one made me smile for weeks:
I had a "friend" that lost a lot of weight very quickly and she'd go on and on about it. She went from about a 18 to an 8 and she looked good. I needed to lose some weight at the time and she'd constantly mention it, but since I'm eternally polite, I couldn't just tell her to shut-up. She made a huge production of giving me some of the clothes she got too skinny for. While I appreciated the expansion of my wardrobe, she was seriously ticking me off.
As with anyone who loses weight the wrong way, she started to pack the pounds back on, but still try to squish into her skinny clothes. One day she was out shopping and split the back of her skirt. She frantically called me and asked if she could borrow a pair of sweatpants because she still needed to do more shopping (my house was closer than hers.) I said I didn't own any sweatpants (I don't) but I'm sure I could find something for her to wear.
She came in complaining that this skirt was a size 10 and how could it possibly have split on her, it wasn't that tight, she hasn't gained back anything and it used to fit, etc, etc. I said, "Oh my goodness! Maybe there was something wrong with the zipper! You know what, I have that pair of size 14 brown slacks you gave me. They'll be big, but they'll look nice with that top since you have to go to SAM's. You wouldn't want to shop in my purple velour pajama pants! [airy laugh]" I hung them up in the bathroom for her to put on. I KNEW she was no size 10 and I KNEW it would kill her that not only did a size 14 fit, but that now she couldn't lie about her size anymore.
Sure enough, she put them on and they fit perfectly, maybe even a little snugly. She couldn't do anything but thank me for my help as she left utterly embarrassed. She never mentioned weight loss to me again.
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I think Southern women invented poison. The slow-acting kind.
This one made me smile for weeks:
I had a "friend" that lost a lot of weight very quickly and she'd go on and on about it. She went from about a 18 to an 8 and she looked good. I needed to lose some weight at the time and she'd constantly mention it, but since I'm eternally polite, I couldn't just tell her to shut-up. She made a huge production of giving me some of the clothes she got too skinny for. While I appreciated the expansion of my wardrobe, she was seriously ticking me off.
As with anyone who loses weight the wrong way, she started to pack the pounds back on, but still try to squish into her skinny clothes. One day she was out shopping and split the back of her skirt. She frantically called me and asked if she could borrow a pair of sweatpants because she still needed to do more shopping (my house was closer than hers.) I said I didn't own any sweatpants (I don't) but I'm sure I could find something for her to wear.
She came in complaining that this skirt was a size 10 and how could it possibly have split on her, it wasn't that tight, she hasn't gained back anything and it used to fit, etc, etc. I said, "Oh my goodness! Maybe there was something wrong with the zipper! You know what, I have that pair of size 14 brown slacks you gave me. They'll be big, but they'll look nice with that top since you have to go to SAM's. You wouldn't want to shop in my purple velour pajama pants! [airy laugh]" I hung them up in the bathroom for her to put on. I KNEW she was no size 10 and I KNEW it would kill her that not only did a size 14 fit, but that now she couldn't lie about her size anymore.
Sure enough, she put them on and they fit perfectly, maybe even a little snugly. She couldn't do anything but thank me for my help as she left utterly embarrassed. She never mentioned weight loss to me again.
I lurves you.
I think Southern women invented poison. The slow-acting kind.
This one made me smile for weeks:
I had a "friend" that lost a lot of weight very quickly and she'd go on and on about it. She went from about a 18 to an 8 and she looked good. I needed to lose some weight at the time and she'd constantly mention it, but since I'm eternally polite, I couldn't just tell her to shut-up. She made a huge production of giving me some of the clothes she got too skinny for. While I appreciated the expansion of my wardrobe, she was seriously ticking me off.
As with anyone who loses weight the wrong way, she started to pack the pounds back on, but still try to squish into her skinny clothes. One day she was out shopping and split the back of her skirt. She frantically called me and asked if she could borrow a pair of sweatpants because she still needed to do more shopping (my house was closer than hers.) I said I didn't own any sweatpants (I don't) but I'm sure I could find something for her to wear.
She came in complaining that this skirt was a size 10 and how could it possibly have split on her, it wasn't that tight, she hasn't gained back anything and it used to fit, etc, etc. I said, "Oh my goodness! Maybe there was something wrong with the zipper! You know what, I have that pair of size 14 brown slacks you gave me. They'll be big, but they'll look nice with that top since you have to go to SAM's. You wouldn't want to shop in my purple velour pajama pants! [airy laugh]" I hung them up in the bathroom for her to put on. I KNEW she was no size 10 and I KNEW it would kill her that not only did a size 14 fit, but that now she couldn't lie about her size anymore.
Sure enough, she put them on and they fit perfectly, maybe even a little snugly. She couldn't do anything but thank me for my help as she left utterly embarrassed. She never mentioned weight loss to me again.
I lurves you.
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I lurves her too.
I lurves her three.
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