Sorry, Jen. But I had to post this.
OK, when I was living in California, I used to have to take the bus. A lot. To work, to school, to the grocery store, to the movies, whatever. One Saturday morning, I was sitting on a bench at a bus stop, minding my business, waiting for the bus. Granted, I do have good legs, and pretty nice knees, and I was wearing shorts (So Cal, natch). This guy rides up on his bicycle, right in front of me, in the street, and stops and stares at my legs. For like, half an hour.
This, friends, pissed me off. I stood up, shook my finger in his face, and screamed at the top of my lungs, "Fuck off! Just fuck off!"
He rode off pretty quickly.
And now for the video that inspired this memory:
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Sometimes, Leslie, you make me just laugh out loud! :)
That is so true! If you are looking for immediate results there is nothing like telling someone to fuck off. I believe that this is a truth that must be universally acknowledged!
That's just hysterical. I love it.
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Only Billy C can get away with this - I don't say in public but I'd like to sometimes .
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