It's obvious that I am a stripper when:
-heels in varying stages of repair are strewn across my desk
-glittery makeup falls out of my backpack at school
-I wiggle my ass every time I lean down to pick something up off the floor
-my ears perk up to anyone being referred to by what could be a stripper name (Candy, Trixxie, Honey, even Lucy or Wendy hehe)
-I stop reacting to strange men whipping out their genitals in public
...to be continued...
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-When something in my purse starts vibrating on the bus... and it doesn't stop because it isn't my phone...
ReplyDelete-When I go to reach for that textbook in your backpack and can't find it under all of the spandex and dildos
-I go out dancing (with clothes on) and find that I can't dance without grabbing my boobs and tousling my hair.
d'oooh I meant "my backpack". I don't know how to edit these things :P
ReplyDeleteAh, the dancing one has gotten me into trouble.
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