Susu's magic trunk

Never touch a girl who's holding a Death cab record.

Aaaah... the sweet smell of Sunday. Actually, the sweet smell of a pair of mis-fitted jeans. I found a pair of jeans and tried them on. At least I tried to. Half way up, they stopped. The thick fabric rubbed itself against my fat thigh and refused to go any further. Picture Homer, trying to wear a pair of womens jeans. No, I didn't look like that. It was worse. Anyway, afterwards, I went to the record shop to check out some cd's I want. When I go in, there's a guy who's watching me every now and then. I honestly could feel his eyes on me, and I knew something was gonna happen. Unsure of what, but it did. As I was holding Plans byt Death cab, he passes me and strike my ass with his hand. Automatically I hit him. And he says "sorry" as a I shoot my evil look at him. Jerk!!! Moron!! Never touch a girl who's holding a Death cab record!!!

posted by Susu @ Sunday, November 19, 2006