so there was this lovely, lovely man at work today. he was part of the team assigned the task of putting up our new advertising graphics.
tall, skinny, longish dark brown wavy hair under a ballcap, tight little butt, beautiful high cheekbones, arched brows, full lips, little nose, olive complexion.
and he had a freakin accent! he's from italy, though when asked, it came out eeetahleee.
i followed him around with my eyes all day. all the girls did. he dissolved us into a panting flock of giggling girls.
i swear our boyfriends should personally thank that man for the mad bunny sex they're getting this week. damn.
p.s. tell me a bad-ass fact about yourself. i got my black belt in shorin ryu karate at the age of 14. i was the youngest and only second female to get a black belt in the 23 year history of my dojo at the time. since then, we've had a few more, but i was the first female child black belt in my dojo, and the only girl black belt in my highschool.
tall, skinny, longish dark brown wavy hair under a ballcap, tight little butt, beautiful high cheekbones, arched brows, full lips, little nose, olive complexion.
and he had a freakin accent! he's from italy, though when asked, it came out eeetahleee.
i followed him around with my eyes all day. all the girls did. he dissolved us into a panting flock of giggling girls.
i swear our boyfriends should personally thank that man for the mad bunny sex they're getting this week. damn.
p.s. tell me a bad-ass fact about yourself. i got my black belt in shorin ryu karate at the age of 14. i was the youngest and only second female to get a black belt in the 23 year history of my dojo at the time. since then, we've had a few more, but i was the first female child black belt in my dojo, and the only girl black belt in my highschool.
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(But that picture you posted makes me squirm when it's not accompanied by my deprecating commentary ;P Still...
Badass fact about me:
In the third grade I was bullied by an older kid, as it was a grade3/4 split class and he was a big hulking doofus and I was a smart kid. He sat next to me, this doofus, and every day he'd make fun of me or wallop me with books, or generally find some way to make my life miserable. One day after the class had been doing a craft of some kind using plastecine he was in the bathroom and I was playing with all the plastecine residue on my desk, scraping it up into a ball with a pin. An idea struck. I planted the pin's head in the clay ball, and mounted the pin point-up on doofus' chair. When he came back he sat down, shifted, got up and went to the teacher. He was absent from school for the rest of the week.
Nobody ever fingered me for whatever damage I did there.