I am not one to chat up strangers in public, but a few days ago I found myself standing in line at the grocery store next to an kindly Orville Redenbacher-type gentleman. This bespecled, bow-tied fellow felt compelled to pick up the above issue of US Weekly and cluck his tongue at the whippersnappers on the cover. "She's smiling," he observed. "She doesn't look very 'tortured' to me." I must have been having a very Real Talk moment and my inner monolgue switch was flipped to the 'off' position, because I found myself saying, "Actually, her nasty-ass jeans are kind of torturing me right now." The gentleman placed the magazine back on the rack and we stood in silence until it was my turn to pay for my groceries.
* No, it's not
1 comments:
hahaha. good for you.
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