Rainy day at the local mall, with things to buy, money to spend. Inadequate parking as ever on days like this, in the lead-up to the Jesus season. Every man and his flea-bitten mongrel, shuffling around in the fluorescence. Saggy-titted women (oh get a bra for fuck's sake!) pushing their snot-faced (NB the snot was not limited to the nose) kids around and around and around. Husbands held captive, glazed eyes searching for something, anything of interest, and wanting to be at home watching the Grand Prix, or getting sucked-off by that attractive red-headed chick in Jeans West... or anything, anywhere but there in the Legionella gloom.
Labels: bad weather, beach, early morning, newport, saggy tits, shopping mall, sunrise
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speaking of tits, i was walking around the city today, and i saw a woman resting her arms on hers. However, she was resting her arms AT STOMACH HEIGHT. Yes. Gravity had really gotten hold of this woman. I was mortified.
Gravity works its evil on all of us, but stomach height... that be sad.
Corrrr... so shopping at the local mall is NOT a pleasant experience A? ;-)
How are ya mate...? Been gone for a while - caught up in 'stuff' and very busy.
You had a holiday??? You lucky LUCKY bugger!!! Just sent the XO off on one, back to Ballarat with the boy... and it's been a good trip so far, cos I get to go to wonderul Meeka mate!
You have a good one... :-)
B
I guess I just made it obvious I don't really like shopping all that much B.
I'm doing OK thanks. Hope you are too. Busy is good, I need busy from time to time, well the right kind of busy.
You take care mate.
xx
The divergence between the picture post and the caption has completely locked up my brain.
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