One of those girls, Andrea L., smiles at me all the time. She makes me feel like a pervert.
It's her fault, though. She's the one smiling. She's the one thinking those thoughts; not me. She's the creepy, supple, nubile, precocious young cutie-pie who's being a pervert. It's like she's undressing me with her eyes. I catch her looking at my butt when I exit the checkout aisle.
...Never had any trouble with the retards, though.
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It's her fault, though. She's the one smiling. She's the one thinking those thoughts; not me. She's the creepy, supple, nubile, precocious young cutie-pie who's being a pervert. It's like she's undressing me with her eyes. I catch her looking at my butt when I exit the checkout aisle.
...Never had any trouble with the retards, though.
We just have a bunch of retarded baggers here...