stil made me do it
Stil is making me tell this story.
Way way back on Columbus Day Stil and I went to the beach. And did beach things. Till it was getting later and we were walking the path back to the boardwalk. [There is not really a boardwalk I just call it that, it is a main strip of concrete full of little open air stands selling cheap sunglasses and beachy stuff running along the Venice beach front.]
We are walking along and there is this couple in front of us. They are definitely a couple. They are holding hands. The guy is tall. Kind of awkward and angular. In that awkward angular guy way some guys are just awkwardly lanky and tall but not in an unattractive way. The woman is short. Squat. Okay squat is being kind —
She has an ass the size of New Jersey.
She is wearing jeans too tight and too low that force skin to bulge above her jean “waistline” [that cannot be good for circulation] and also create lower body bulging that will never be mistaken for fabric bunching. She has a cheap shirt on. Flip flops. And long dark hair that can only be described as Blair Witch friendly.
I look at her. I look at him. I look at Stil. I say, SHE has a boyfriend.
Stil cracks up really hard.