Not to mention all the eye candy
I have been spending all my time in beautiful downtown Hartsville, SC for a new account. Home of 'Coker College'.
Yesterday, my boss and I (here is where it gets good) went to...Yogi Bear's Honey Fried Chicken for lunch. Yum. (Insert eye roll here)
While we were indulging in this culinary masterpiece of southern fried chicken, I looked out the window.
Walking along the sidewalk infront of this fine establishment was someone dressed in Zebra striped spandex, those big bulky boots with the fake fur all the kids were wearing last year, a black satin jacket, a black cap of some kind that allowed their weave to hang down to there ass in a brightly decorated pony tail (baubles and bangles galore). Not only was my intuition right when I first thought 'prostitute' in this tiny little hamlet of a college community, it was verified when the person would stop walking everytime a car was coming from behind them and vibrate their round, meaty ass for the appraoching car. The zebra stripes were in full, 3D, earthquaking, Charo-shaking-it motion, and it was as much blinding as it was mesmerizing.
I pointed this apparition out to my boss, who had to turn around to see it. The zebra clad vision happened to turn, facing our direction at the same time. Despite all the make-up it wasn't hard to see that this was in fact a guy, and he vibrated that ass just for us and gave us a wink.
We couldn't finish our lunch.
In fact, we didn't say a word to each other for about 3 minutes. Then my boss broke the silence. "No fucking way did I just see that."
I quickly responded "And you didn't have a gun on you, to boot."
I was justly sprayed across the table with Yogi Bears Honey Fried Chicken sweet tea and we left.
You can have your eye candy.