This plush citrus fruit is staring straight into my soul (at Orange County Clerk Of Courts)
that no more that three locations in the food court are allowed to have their employees lunge at me with bourbon chicken laden toothpicks in a single visit?
Five places did it today. Including the Piercing Pagoda. At least their toothpicks were fancy. Stainless steel.
Wait. That wasn’t bourbon chicken. That’s why I had to lean so close to her head to taste it. That’s why there was so much screaming! THAT’S WHY THERE WAS SO MUCH SCREAMING!!!!
Problem number 826 with tattoos.
This one is 50% “Oh-My-God-How-Cute-And-Clever-And-Original!” and 50% “HOLY SHIT! DON’T MOVE!! ANTS ARE CRAWLING INTO YOUR EAR!!” *WHACK*WHACK*WHACK*
Though still better than the “Is that a stud or is that a whitehead?” nose piercing.
From a time when girls wore button up sweaters and did not want them to open….a sweater guard which you would pin one side of the sweater to the other, usually towards the top of the sweater. Nice design featuring Sleeping Beauty Castle and Tinkerbell.
How cute. A time when young girls worried about their sweaters hanging open.
Today I’m guessing it would be used to fill two of their multiple piercings.
When most people first see you they spend approximately 30 seconds trying to figure out if that is a nose piercing or a white head.
If it makes you happy, cool, but personally I would never make a fashion choice that could be confused with a blockage of one of my sebaceous glands.
Her: Nice bowtie!
Me: Actually, that’s a cyst.
Her: …it works on you.