I Felt Pretty
Here’s an old picture of me that I just stumbled across. Halloween, circa 1986. This was at the office, and at lunch the company held a party for us at the hotel across the street, to which we had to walk, passing a construction site along the way. Lemme tell ya, those construction workers were pigs with their whistling and yelling at me! I felt like a piece of meat! ::sniff::
Great. Do you know how hard it is to clean partially digested food out of a keyborad?
Obviously Beth wasn’t around then or she would have busted your fine bitch ass over the black hose and red shoes.
GraceD,
You know it was well before my time or a huge tacky outfit slapdown would have occurred on his fine bitch ass.
If I had the time I would Photoshop a huge black bar across his eyes, because he is a big ole Glamour Don’t.
Hey there, pretty boy.
Dare I admit I had a similar outfit back in the late 80s? Add a red felt broad-brimmed hat with a black band and long dark hair and Chuck and I would have been twins.
Yeah, I’m scared too.