At work, when we get a call for lifting assistance or injuries from a fall and the patient is located in the bathroom. There’s a damn good chance they’re going to be naked, and there may be poop.
2 Likes
People making art out of food! I seriously do not want anybody touching my food that much. Stop touching it!
I only do that with my own. I can make a snowman out of mashed potatoes with green bean arms!
2 Likes
As long as you are using utensils to sculpt the potatoes on your own plate! And even them it’s iffy! On second thought… no! Just no!
1 Like
Thats some next level food fiddling there.
I like some of the Hibachi chefs. They make playing with food fun. Shrimp and rice everywhere!
2 Likes
Yeah, I DO think you’re being old-fashioned. If you can’t compete with her, don’t denigrate a good thing. I personally LOVE it when gals rock up to the gym in their daisy dukes. The western world was built on healthy competition, and that’s exactly what that girl is; more power to her !!
What makes me uncomfy…not much. There is this dude at a bakery shop whose food is really great, and now I think about it one of the girls has an ass that is POW, I’d say it’s even better than the pictures, management don’t mind her showcasing it throught tight yoga pants, and I’m of course not complaining…
…anyway her colleague, this Polish fella, is frickken weird. I’ll go in to order and roll my eyes when he is behind the counter, and SOMEHOW it’s always him who serves me, it’s like he sees me among a half dozen other customers and walks right up, as close as he can, leaning over the counter and just says, “Yes?”, in a quiet, reserved voice. In and of itself that’s not what weirds me out…it’s the way he’s scrutinising me, like he’d happily stand there all day and stare into my eyes, if he could.
Even while he’s getting my order he’ll look back at me. I’ll always give my order as matter-of-factly as possible, and whip out my phone the millisecond he starts processing it. And still, I can feel his look. First couple times I thought it was just freak happenstance, but I’ve been back a half dozen times since he started work there, and it happens EVERY time. Always me who gets served the moment I walk through the door, always him who dashes past the shopgirls to get to me, and always that weird, deep stare into my eyes.
I have no idea what his deal is with all this, but typing this out now, I’m half tempted to stand outside the shop one day at closing time, and stare him down, silently, not saying a word as he asks, “What is problem?”. See how he likes a taste of his own medicine!
Why? Maybe old mate is scrutinising you because you are a rude customer?
Can someone translate this for me?
Kids these days… Obvious solution is obvious.
PIIHB
4 Likes
I think it’s a bubble butt. I could be wrong, I’ve been using big boy words for at least 15 years at this point so, grain of salt and all that jazz as the kids say.
In who’s butt?
The creep dude’s, obviously. He’s gotta hit it and quit it. He’ll leave him alone after that.
3 Likes
Just checking to see if we had the same read on the post…
3 Likes
He’s gone 90, time to go the final 10%. Just lean in and give him a little peck.
3 Likes
Like a game of gay chicken.
5 Likes
The tagline:
“The first one to blink is fucked!”
3 Likes
Her ass was a prisoner of war. It really has been through a lot. Solitary confinement, water torture, starvation and various beatings.
I feel bad for that ass. The damn thing is lucky to be alive.
6 Likes
Okay! This made me lol!
1 Like
–No.
My take is you are sending gay vibes and he is letting you know he is open for business. Gay sex business.
Great job. I recommend handing over your number on a note with “call me” on it along with your cash next time you’re in there.
4 Likes
Except I’m not a frickken ho-mo. So, NO. Not happening.