Sunday, August 3, 2008

Lucy Vonne On: Balls

Last night was rather uneventful at work, until, at one point, an older gentleman came in wearing very short shorts. And no man should don shorts of that length unless you are stripping for me.

He wandered around the store looking at things. I noticed peripherally that he was bending down to check out the fake vaginas, and when I turned to respond to him asking the price of an item, I saw balls. The gentleman was squatting with his legs open and his junk just hanging out the side. Oh, and by the way, it was adorned with a lovely gold hoop. I answered his questions and tried to get the image out of my head, but he continued to ask me more questions, each time squatting in a new part of the store. I then had the image of old man balls in my head for the rest of the night. Not pretty.

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