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So I’m on the bus and I see this old woman making an attempt at sitting down next to a total bimbo, and as soon as the bimbo notices what she’s up to, she goes “Bitch please, I ain’t sittin’ next to you!”, grabs her purse and goes sit elsewhere. Okay, so she didn’t actually say “bitch please,” but the rest of that anecdote is absolutely true.
To be fair, I wouldn’t have wanted to sit next to her either. For some reason, a freaking lot of people had some serious B.O. today. Or it may have just been the time of day. Apparently, you don’t get many twinkies at H&M on a Tuesday afternoon—just plenty of straight lowlife soccer types. And they’re supposed to be all sweaty, right? Hell, if they’d been attractive at all, the sweat totally would have been an asset, and I so would have hit that. Unfortunately, this was not the case.