I forgot to tell about the part where I was waiting to get into the dressing room with an armload of completely whorish thong undies. I am scruffy looking today and was in a nasty sweatshirt that I slept in and some green carpenter pants that are 2 sizes too big and my pink furry boots with pompoms and my gnarly hair unbrushed, unwashed since yesterday's gelling-up.
Now you can picture me looking very skanky with this bunch of lacy seethrough things over my arm... and the whored-up anorexic V.S. saleswoman with spike heels on (why?!) and a, oh, more than a ton, let's say a cubic hectacre of makeup smeared over her face. And right when these 2 other very gorgeous expensive skinny-assed big-boobed playboy bunny-looking girls walked up next to me with a lot of pushup bras to ask a question, I sneezed really hard, which made me fart, but I was totally crowded into a corner and could not swiftly flee the scene of the crime. Overcome with horror and stench... I just had to stand there and try not to start laughing...
Later driving away I remembered it and started laughing for real thinking that I would blog the incident... petrifying... trapped in my own fart, right next to the popular cheerleaders!
Now you have blogged all possible things.
Posted by: Jo | December 31, 2004 at 06:04 AM
And, one by one, the stars began to go out...
Posted by: badgerbag | December 31, 2004 at 06:20 AM