Oh wow, buy one get one tonight, sluts!
I was at the $2 self-car wash on Santa Monica Blvd in WeHo tonight washing my car, or rather, watching my roommate wash my car as I leaned against the wall a few feet away on my phone.
Anyway, that creeper guy with his t-shirt tucked into his jeans kept going from staring (at point blank distance) at Jacob and I to the gay in the other wash station next to us. It was really creepy. He just stood there a few feet away staring, and what I assumed, plotting our abduction, rape, and eventual murder and dismemberment.
THEN an amazing middle-aged (Jewish-ish?) woman passed by screaming into her cell phone -- all the while strutting her shit and outright FLAUNTING her balgonie bag in that skimpy dress. She also had a pair of sexy tube socks WITH flip-flops.
I died. And now I'm dead. I am so dead from this fashion overload. T-shirt tucked into jeans AND tube socks with flip-flops? Oh, and let's not forget about the nearly successfully executed kidnapping of myself and my lesbian roommate!