Has anyone in the history of the world gotten laid from a number found in a bathroom stall? I honestly couldn’t even imagine the amount of penicillin it would take for me to even want to have sex with someone that has their number up in a public dumper!
How are pants with booty writing still a thing? This is probably the first time in my life I wish I was illiterate.
Who would have thought we would be able to see boobies and pussy just by looking at your back. Almost seems like you’re an answer to a riddle.
Did 50 Cent and crew put out an ad for a new squad member that must look like a college professor?
Deviled Egg….Ha. You’re already giving me heartburn girl.
I’m not sure if you crazy kids are getting ready for some kooky 5k run or a rave. I don’t know. Frankly I don’t care. What I do know is you look like a bunch of sluts and in my younger years I would support that. However as I get older that ideology changes. It pains me to say this but you should probably not look so skanky in public.
Nope, nothing to see here. These wings are mine and they’re for flying. Definitely not stealing them at all.
Way to go Keith! Way to suck at life person who decorates cakes at Walmart that clearly never passed the “stay within the lines” test at Elementary school. On a side note, I wonder if that turns your poo green like the Halloween Whopper?
Our friends over at WhiteTrashRepairs.com have to tip their trucker cap to this lawnmower turned golf cart.
Stalker Level: Expert.
You’re still a little early for Halloween there Rapunzel. Although I feel like you’re dressed up like that to catch me off guard when you’re real plan is to serve me as you break into some hip hop dance. I don’t know why, you just give off that vibe as a sneak-server and I don’t like it.
Looks like you’re trying to hide some contraband up there missy. I’m gonna need you to relax, take a few deep breaths, squat down and cough 3 times.
For those times when the jars break but those green gloves turn you on.
In case the house arrest bracelet wasn’t enough for us to know that you were a “Gutta Bitch”, thanks for spelling it out for us. Sadly that kid is so far behind the 8-ball he’s on an entirely different table.
I can see the allure of not wearing pants as you scooter on through Wally World. Let people know you’re an O.G. while at the same time getting a nice breeze through your nether regions.
Listen bud, I’m not a chick so perhaps I’m not the best person to be giving you tips, but I have to say lime green doesn’t even look good on actual limes.
At first I was ready for you to hook me up with a coconut rum drink and start fire-dancing or something cool like that but I don’t see the beach and those boots don’t look very tropical either. So now I’ve got no excuses for you; you’re on your own now.
Honestly, it’s just a matter of time before there is a warning sign in the produce section that has a silhouette of a kid with a bag on their head and a big red circle with a line through it.
Crossing my fingers someone bashes her on the head with a club and drags her by the hair out of my eyesight.
See more freaks at People of Wal-Mart
You don’t have to be a “slut” or “whore” to have your name scrawled on a restroom stall. I was informed by some guy I worked with 40 years ago that I was so honored, and that whoever wrote my name and no. did it in really neat printing and even spelled my last name correctly.
All a young woman has to do to get her name in lights on the walls of a men’s room, is piss off some childish guy, like by turning him down for a date. Just about every woman who worked at the place was up there with me. Guys just LOVE to scrawl on walls and spread gossip about women they know. It’s just how they are.
I’m sure the girl who broke the mustard jars is going to break a lot of hearts too.
@rhs, like her mother’s?
Chicago999444 says: You don’t have to be a “slut” or “whore” to have your name scrawled on a restroom stall.
I think your bragging, Chicago. If you ever got a call from someone who didn’t say a word and hung up after a minute, I know nothing about it.
Today it is mandatory to have your name there. In a world of advertising, you have to cover all the angles.
The gals aren’t unknown for writing on restroom walls. My wife exited a ladies’ room in a restaurant in a fit of giggles:
1st line: “Tonight I rest in the arms of Jesus.”
2nd line: “Okay, but Jerry fucks better.”
beebs left his number on another truck stop…not shocking.
Desertrat says: The gals aren’t unknown for writing on restroom walls.
Army women:
1st line: “Tomorrow I go back to my husband.”
2nd line: “Be sure to get your VD check first.”