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[KidLazy]

I had on a green bra. Perfect color for yesterday.

I am waiting for the "No Pic? Didn't happen" comment.
^_^

Not much to see there, for an A cup...

[Timo]

Good morning.

[JackOfHearts]

I am waiting for the "No Pic? Didn't happen" comment.
^_^

I can just imagine her grabbing her camera and taking a pic of the bra sticking out of a laundry basket.

Not much to see there, for an A cup...

Eh, more than a handful is a waste anyways. And I would know.

[Nolano]

Well, I would, but now it would just seem like I was copying you.


I actually completely forget yesterday was St. Patty's day. Didn't wear any green, but didn't get pinched, either.
BTW, retroactive pinching is not allowed.

[Pescados666]

Why not green alcohol?





And you had to ask, didn't you? I had on a green bra. Perfect color for yesterday.

Because carnival rides and alcohol didn't seem like the best combination. I only brought enough to make movement harder to understand, slowed thoughts, and light difficult to comprehend. Enough for me and 4 friends though. Centripetal force is my friend :]

[Timo]

Why am I wearing a whole shirt of this?

[the maple epee]

Why am I wearing a whole shirt of this?

hmmm...you need to get in touch with your inner lumberjack...
go put on some carhartt and iron toe boots...

the women love it!

[JackOfHearts]

Timo... that is an interesting pattern. What's the occasion?

[JackOfHearts]

*Tips Fedora towards the ladies in the thread*

It's getting warmer. The calendar says it's still winter, but the cool wind says otherwise, not nearly frigid enough for the season. On a night like this, all one needs is a light sweater. I made do with a collared shirt and vest.
Walking down the street can be hazardous to your health in some areas, particularly after dark. Awareness is key, as an old flame of mine once taught me. When you are aware, you have no need of fear. That wasn't the only thing she taught me, but it's the most pertinent to the moment.
I was almost to the main street when my ears perked up with the rapid steps of a runner, down an alley to my left. The footsteps echoed along with the rapid breathing. I listened a little harder. A girl?
That was confirmed when she emerged from around a building. She looked to be in her early twenties, wearing a black tank top under a short leather jacket. Her jeans hugged her curves like a sausage casing. She had something in her left hand.
"STOP!"
The yell boomed off the walls, a quick bark like that of a Great Dane. She glanced back the way she came before running my way down the alley. I kept going at a steady walk and she ran right into me. Her chest slammed against my arm, and she was off with a quick "Sorry" before the softness of her body registered in my mind. Definitely a padded bra. Her hand felt as smooth as silk when it brushed mine for a second. She turned towards the main street and ran out of sight around the corner, her shoulder length auburn hair trailing behind her.
I gave the collision another quick replay in my mind. Clear complexion, green eyes, and quick on her feet. Almost as quick with her hands. I tossed up the wallet I snatched from her. It felt light, but not as light as the object I had in my back pocket, which she took in exchange.
More footsteps came down the alley, and a balding man in a brown suit came puffing around the same building. He had his hands on his knees while he regained his breath. I walked over to spare him the trip.
"Excu... excuse me. Did... *huff* did you see a.."
"A girl?"
He nodded.
"Yea, she dropped this. You should be more careful. Green eyes are always trouble." I said, tossing over the wallet. He struggled to make some reply, but I was already on my way out of there, resuming my previous course.
I've never mastered pick pocketing. It's a good thing I have other skills. In this economy, it pays to be a crook. Particularly on wall street. Of course it doesn't pay to advertise.
A few blocks down the road, and I came up to a coffee shop. It was a quaint little place, about small enough to hold twenty people with a pair of tables outside for those who prefer smog with their cappuccinos. I was in the mood for something iced.
I was surprised to see her standing right outside the door. She had a palm open, using a finger of her other hand to count out the change. And in her back pocket was a familiar looking leather bound journal.
I keep a pair of knives in a sheathe inside a thigh pocket of my cargo pants. I pulled one out, concealing it in the palm of my hand, the handle sticking out slightly. Creeping up to her was easy enough, and she jerked slightly when she felt the cold metal handle of my knife on the small of her back.
"You have something that belongs to me."

To be continued....

[Got_Fenced_In]

I can just imagine her grabbing her camera and taking a pic of the bra sticking out of a laundry basket.


Eh, more than a handful is a waste anyways. And I would know.

Eh, I'm very efficient with laundry... I could put it on now.

Although I think I'll wear polka dots today instead. Or perhaps lacy red. (yeah, white shirts are sometimes a problem for me, depending on what's clean.)

[Nolano]

Eh, more than a handful is a waste anyways. And I would know.

I gotta agree there. With all of it.

[Got_Fenced_In]

I reallyreallyreally need to talk.

[JackOfHearts]

Live?

[Timo]

My scooter is running.

[JackOfHearts]

Quick! Catch it!

[Timo]

Yeah.

[Timo]

It does 40mph.

I need better sun glasses.

[JackOfHearts]

Eh, I'm very efficient with laundry... I could put it on now.

Although I think I'll wear polka dots today instead. Or perhaps lacy red. (yeah, white shirts are sometimes a problem for me, depending on what's clean.)

Rwar.

[Got_Fenced_In]

Yay! My hair is long enough to pull it back again! At least into tiny pigtails. Not in a ponytail =(

I think I'm going to cut it short one more time, though. Keep it this way for a while, and then let it grow, since my hair grows pretty fast, anyway.

[Timo]

I am great. Who wants to get in live?