As you can see it is tight in the boob area and then kind of poofs out. No big deal right? Well apparently it is a big deal. Last night when we were on the dance floor a guy came up to me and asked me what my name was. It was the sort of situation where I didn't know if I even wanted this dude to know my real name but I said Laura. Then he asked me when I was due. I responded by waving my beer in his face. Then he proceeded to recover by telling me that I was fucking hott and it was ok that I had a little something extra because there was more to love, and then he offered me weed. I told him I was incredibly insulted by his presence and that he should immediately leave me alone. Now that I am reflecting on the situation, I don't really know what to think. Do I look pregnant? Do I look like someone who would be at a bar drinking a beer while pregnant? And on top of that buying weed from a stranger at a bar where I am allegidly pregnant and drinking? So many questions, but no good answers. We ended up going to another bar where a beer somehow appeared amoungst our beers. We decided it probably had roofies in it and I poured it into a potted plant. I roofied a plant last night and I'm not sorry!
Friday, March 13, 2009
being pregnant...continued.
Last night I was wearing this dress:
As you can see it is tight in the boob area and then kind of poofs out. No big deal right? Well apparently it is a big deal. Last night when we were on the dance floor a guy came up to me and asked me what my name was. It was the sort of situation where I didn't know if I even wanted this dude to know my real name but I said Laura. Then he asked me when I was due. I responded by waving my beer in his face. Then he proceeded to recover by telling me that I was fucking hott and it was ok that I had a little something extra because there was more to love, and then he offered me weed. I told him I was incredibly insulted by his presence and that he should immediately leave me alone. Now that I am reflecting on the situation, I don't really know what to think. Do I look pregnant? Do I look like someone who would be at a bar drinking a beer while pregnant? And on top of that buying weed from a stranger at a bar where I am allegidly pregnant and drinking? So many questions, but no good answers. We ended up going to another bar where a beer somehow appeared amoungst our beers. We decided it probably had roofies in it and I poured it into a potted plant. I roofied a plant last night and I'm not sorry!
As you can see it is tight in the boob area and then kind of poofs out. No big deal right? Well apparently it is a big deal. Last night when we were on the dance floor a guy came up to me and asked me what my name was. It was the sort of situation where I didn't know if I even wanted this dude to know my real name but I said Laura. Then he asked me when I was due. I responded by waving my beer in his face. Then he proceeded to recover by telling me that I was fucking hott and it was ok that I had a little something extra because there was more to love, and then he offered me weed. I told him I was incredibly insulted by his presence and that he should immediately leave me alone. Now that I am reflecting on the situation, I don't really know what to think. Do I look pregnant? Do I look like someone who would be at a bar drinking a beer while pregnant? And on top of that buying weed from a stranger at a bar where I am allegidly pregnant and drinking? So many questions, but no good answers. We ended up going to another bar where a beer somehow appeared amoungst our beers. We decided it probably had roofies in it and I poured it into a potted plant. I roofied a plant last night and I'm not sorry!
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