smut & eggs

chat Pesto Cava-WHAT?!

Erin and I are chatting on Facebook about Noodles and Co.
Me:	So, this guy comes in yesterday, right? He's really cocky, keeps giving me the eye during his order, which was a Pesto Cavatappi, and he just generally grossed me out.
Erin:	Mkay.
Me:	It's like, after two in the afternoon and our server is gone for the day, so I have to take the dish to him and I'm not too happy about this. And it doesn't help that I'm an asshole, right?
Erin:	HaHa! How?
Me:	Like, I'm little and the tray is heavy enough, even with one dish on it, for me to have to hold it with two hands, but I don't want to look like a dork, so I use my left boob to balance the tray. I just lay it on there.
Erin:	HaHa! Ok.
Me:	So, I'm walking up to the creepy guy with his Pesto Cavatappi on the tray, my left boob balancing it and as I get to the table, I tip the tray back enough for the plate to slide back and for my boob to go right into his food. AND HE SEES IT! He smirks and gives me an, "alright" look and I'm totally disgusted. I just throw his food down and run away.
Erin:	HaHa! That's really funny.
Me:	HaHa! Yeah, kinda.
Erin:	Pesto Boob.
Me:	Pesto Cavatitty.

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1969 Vintage Raleigh Robin Hood. $95 on Craigslist (Wisconsin Dells). If I had my own place right now, I’d pick this up and hang it on the wall in my living room.

Ugh, I want it so bad.

Being little is fun, but all the good bikes are built for bigger people.

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fuck you’re cute.

iaminlikewithmybike:paris87:fuck its cold

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yaldabaoth:

zombea:

Bob, Pat and I were discussing relationships in the X-men universe, which reminded me of this handy little chart.

You can get lost for days in this …

Bless you child, I love this.

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