Ya'll. The most GLORIOUS thing happened and couldn't have been better timed if I was in a movie with an award winning special effects crew.
Walking into a local cafe to pick up a sandwich order when some cur entering as I'm leaving says to me, "I'd like to see those titties jiggle over my face."
To which I spun on my heels and at the same time as I barked, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!" a gust of wind blew up making my freshly washed (so it's flowy and shit) blue and purple hair swirl around me and thunder cracked over head.
I have never seen someone move so goddamned fast in my life.
Maybe you don't mess with a hangry weather/kitchen witch.
Now if you'll 'scuse me, Imma eat my sammich.
Maybe you don't mess with a hangry weather/kitchen witch.
Now if you'll 'scuse me, Imma eat my sammich.
OH AND PS:
On account of the number of chest-flys and front arm raises I do, MY TITTIES DON'T JIGGLE, ASSHOLE.
On account of the number of chest-flys and front arm raises I do, MY TITTIES DON'T JIGGLE, ASSHOLE.
