Did too-sexy-beast finally lose it and pop you a good one for correcting her grammar? Are your lips looking nice and pouty?
BTW, I've known you were tough since back in the days at the hostess stand, when you used to punch away at my poor innocent arms whenever something was funny. My arms did nothing to you... nothing at all.
Cluss, I am sure your arms were looking at her or something.
But she did get clocked last night. Poor thing was slightly dizzy with a big, puffy lip. And two little cut marks inside where it got smashed up on her teeth....which she had to show EVERYONE in class. And the poor guy that did it to her felt sooooo bad, it was great fun for the rest of the class to lay on the guilt. But the best part was when we all (me?) came running over to see what the commotion was about, and she's yelling "He hit me! He hit me!" and then points and exclaims "See, that's my lip gloss on his glove!". To which he immediately starts wiping off the evidence! Pshaw! I saw the gloss, I see her lip! Dude, you punched her!
Yes, and I believe myself to have been concussed. I totally missed my alarm this morning and was late to work. Then I spent the day being wobbly, and dizzy and nauseous and failing to grasp depth perception. But I totally own the boy that punched me. Because... HE.PUNCHED.ME!
Marci basically gave the story. We were in our boxing class and this feller decided he would show me this super cool move. Faked me out left and bam, right in the kisser with the right. But I did not move, as a girl with older siblings knows better than to do when someone is showing them a super cool move. Got clocked anyhow.
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Now see...I keep telling Buggie there are better ways to get your bell rung than getting punched in the face.
(smirk)
Did too-sexy-beast finally lose it and pop you a good one for correcting her grammar? Are your lips looking nice and pouty?
BTW, I've known you were tough since back in the days at the hostess stand, when you used to punch away at my poor innocent arms whenever something was funny. My arms did nothing to you... nothing at all.
Cluss, I am sure your arms were looking at her or something.
But she did get clocked last night. Poor thing was slightly dizzy with a big, puffy lip. And two little cut marks inside where it got smashed up on her teeth....which she had to show EVERYONE in class. And the poor guy that did it to her felt sooooo bad, it was great fun for the rest of the class to lay on the guilt. But the best part was when we all (me?) came running over to see what the commotion was about, and she's yelling "He hit me! He hit me!" and then points and exclaims "See, that's my lip gloss on his glove!". To which he immediately starts wiping off the evidence! Pshaw! I saw the gloss, I see her lip! Dude, you punched her!
Yes, and I believe myself to have been concussed. I totally missed my alarm this morning and was late to work. Then I spent the day being wobbly, and dizzy and nauseous and failing to grasp depth perception.
But I totally own the boy that punched me. Because... HE.PUNCHED.ME!
You have always been a tough cookie, suck it up sista!!! :)
What the heck? NO backstory? Please buggie!
Marci basically gave the story. We were in our boxing class and this feller decided he would show me this super cool move. Faked me out left and bam, right in the kisser with the right. But I did not move, as a girl with older siblings knows better than to do when someone is showing them a super cool move. Got clocked anyhow.
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