so i’m sitting here on the floor by the computer, which is on the coffee table. he comes and sits behind me on the couch and starts getting handsy. so i’m all, alright, i’m going to the dmv. and he starts humping my back and says, mmm, the dmv. what are you doing at the dmv? and i say, standing in line, and he says, oooh, how long? and i say, about an hour and he ….
oh never mind. the details are too sordid.
omg – someone i know is actually getting laid. i don’t know if my imagination can stand it.
Is the title of the post, “Life With a Pervert”, a complaint? Seems like it should be something to be proud of!
All I’ll say is, you go girl!
lies! the earth woman lies!
My dmv trips are never exciting. What am I missing?
hardly.
a pervert, apparently.
well, no, come to think of it, it was pretty exciting, only two people in line, in and out with my registration ticket signed off, dropped the ticket off at the courthouse, whole thing took about 30 minutes. that was fairly thrilling, actually.
don’t you have work to do? are you not at work? so… what are you wearing?
i am working very hard. in baggy pants and a grey tshirt. with manly shoes.
Is this an AB conversation that I should C my way out of?
is it a what? what?
You and the frito nazi seem to have a little thing going on (even have the same address), so I didn’t know if this was a private conversation or not.
it’s fairly public, considering it’s on the internet and all. frito nazi = person who was getting excited about the dmv this morning.
and i must admit the dmv was pretty exciting. so was the county courthouse. thrill a minute. but! the car is all legal now. oooh, legal.
good girl. very exciting. i’lll stop butting in now. ya know, back to lurking. holding off any further comments for after work. oh, and kd, bring the shoes.