I was caught in the act today.
Let me explain:
I was at Trader Joe's meandering about searching for vodka for my black bitches - my trademark cocktail of choice consisting of vodka and diet coke. Out of the corner of my queer eye, I saw the hottest guy in the world - tall, dark and let's have some. Of course, I checked him out, but when I looked up, I was greeted by a sly smirk on his not-too-pretty girlfriend/wife's face.
What do you do at that moment? I mean, I was clocked. I grabbed my vodka and ran to the cashier. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and it was the girlfriend/wife smiling at me. She looked at my budget bottle of vodka and casually mentioned that her boyfriend/husband had some fabulous Russian vodka at his apartment that we could share. The boyfriend/husband was smiling, too. Suddenly, it dawned on me: These two were trolling for threesomes at Trader Joe's.
I'm sorry, I might do eggroll, but I don't do sushi. I mean, a boy has to draw the line somwhere.
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6 comments:
if i had a nickel...
om(f'n)g. some people in nyc are livin la vida loca.
how come that never happens to me at trader joe's?
i forgot what i was going to write after i read nick's comment. it seems like i need to have a little talk with my boyfriend! =)
Trish, I thought the same thing - LOL.
they see me rollin', they hatin'
Is it Britney? or Trish?
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