Creepy guy at work asked me to go to the ballet with him. I knew this was happen. I called it the minute he had his season's tickets delivered to the office. He asked some other poor girl, but she "backed out". Barfed is more like it. Good for her. I don't understand Creepy Guy. Why does he insist on hitting on me even after he knows I have a boyfriend? Urgh. He makes me so angry.
I was wearing my NEW T-SHIRT yesterday.
CreepyGuy (a.k.a. Big Bird because of his waddle) proceeds to stare at my tits, examining the shirt.
CreepyGuy: Is this another cartoon I have to know about?
Me: What?...Oh.... That's up to you. Are you asking me something?
CG: Well...is it a cartoon?
Me: *looks down at drawn picture of a half man/half elephant nerd, thinking "No, actually it's a picture of my mother." * Uh...yeah. It's a cartoon.
CG: Oh! Swell!
I was wearing my NEW T-SHIRT yesterday.
CreepyGuy (a.k.a. Big Bird because of his waddle) proceeds to stare at my tits, examining the shirt.
CreepyGuy: Is this another cartoon I have to know about?
Me: What?...Oh.... That's up to you. Are you asking me something?
CG: Well...is it a cartoon?
Me: *looks down at drawn picture of a half man/half elephant nerd, thinking "No, actually it's a picture of my mother." * Uh...yeah. It's a cartoon.
CG: Oh! Swell!
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My father's "communists" thing is a joke. He doesn't actually mean "communist"... He has a strange sense of humor and it's hard to explain what he actually does mean.