Geez… This weather is too much. So damn stuffy! :/

I know that ppl complain about the weather a bit too much, esply those mushy pea-eating Brits. Every single tosser had the idea that it is fair game to start a conversation employing any line vaguely connected to the weather like, “Looks like it’s goin’ to rain soon.”, “Windy, innit?”, “Cold enuf for ya?”, etc etc. Whatever happened to the simple berkudis underdog, “Hi”?

I think the worst pick-up line someone laid on me would be the one he blamed the weather for making him horny and asked me what *I* was going to do about it since “the offer” is still open.

As if.

If ya got struck by the horns, juz say so larrrr… Don’t simply blame the weather yo. So ain’t cool. Ugh. At least be responsible enough to take it like a man, admit it. Boys like this make me think that he won’t even put on rubber protection let alone be tested for crabs. Not the most responsible humanoid on this side of my blinkin’ ass. (The side that doesn’t get to see it.)

When I declined, he tried using reverse psychology on me. Damnnn, is he stupidly hopeful.

“Too bad I won’t have a chance to get into your pants. A loss for both me and you…”

How smooth.

Obviously, he ain’t good at working his magic stick. Go teach him, boys. :D

||I like the way you work your stick, boo
||The way you work it like voodoo
||The way you wind and you wind and you grind
||Don’t stop the way you work your stick, baby
||The way you work your stick, baby
||Keep on and keep on and keep on and keep goin’

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Missy Elliott– Meltdown

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