Because it certainly doesn't mean "fuck me now tiger".
Seriously, aside from the anger stemming from my impromptu date with a gastro-intestinal ill content, I'm sitting here in a state of confusion. This pretty milf with huge paps pro actively pulls out a picture of herself in a tank top with her nips poking through the cloth like MajestikMoose's eyelids in the peep hole of Karen's "single malt - lock stock- and two smoking barrels of booze filled fun house of mischief". After very little haggling, she proceeds to show me a picture of her cartons de leche. She even allows me to send a picture to my email for safe keeping.![Lol :lol: :lol:](/data/assets/smilies/lol.gif)
Well after a couple text messages and an offer to assist her with forthcoming photo shoots, she has the audacity to say "thanks for the offer, but I have a hand, and a gay friend, that can assist me with the development of such photography".![Erk :erk: :erk:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
I talk with the bint quite regularly, but wouldn't dare call her a chum. So I ask, what the flying fuck is the point of showing me her tats, other than it being a helpless cry for attention, or a self-invite to swim in the sea of acai? I'm calling the former, and proclaiming death upon all bints of her ilk.![Mad :mad: :mad:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
While this went down, her chunky co-worker looked rather abjected, as I believe she herself wants to twiddle my dong (another single mom). If I was a chubby chaser I'd be up to my neck in heiny. Unfortunately, that isn't the case, as I sit her with non-titty related issues, sporting a grimace only a mother could console.
Seriously, aside from the anger stemming from my impromptu date with a gastro-intestinal ill content, I'm sitting here in a state of confusion. This pretty milf with huge paps pro actively pulls out a picture of herself in a tank top with her nips poking through the cloth like MajestikMoose's eyelids in the peep hole of Karen's "single malt - lock stock- and two smoking barrels of booze filled fun house of mischief". After very little haggling, she proceeds to show me a picture of her cartons de leche. She even allows me to send a picture to my email for safe keeping.
![Lol :lol: :lol:](/data/assets/smilies/lol.gif)
Well after a couple text messages and an offer to assist her with forthcoming photo shoots, she has the audacity to say "thanks for the offer, but I have a hand, and a gay friend, that can assist me with the development of such photography".
I talk with the bint quite regularly, but wouldn't dare call her a chum. So I ask, what the flying fuck is the point of showing me her tats, other than it being a helpless cry for attention, or a self-invite to swim in the sea of acai? I'm calling the former, and proclaiming death upon all bints of her ilk.
While this went down, her chunky co-worker looked rather abjected, as I believe she herself wants to twiddle my dong (another single mom). If I was a chubby chaser I'd be up to my neck in heiny. Unfortunately, that isn't the case, as I sit her with non-titty related issues, sporting a grimace only a mother could console.