yesterday gerry and i went to the cinema. we'd decided to see confetti. because the oil light went on in my car, our plans for going to cafe paradiso and then to mahon point were altered to getting a sandwich at o'brien's and then going to the cinema. a sandwich at o'brien's is supposed to be the healthier option at the food court, but i almost died yesterday.
in the lineup to pay, a woman on stilettos wobbled in front of us to pay. clearly she ordered earlier... no problem. oh! oh...wait, there is a problem. i think my retinae are being burned... i have absolutely nothing against a woman in her 40's dressing sexy... because generally sexy doesn't mean like a very very cheap whore. that's why retinae were burning. she was in stilettos, white capris, a faux fur-lined jacket, wearing soooooo much makeup, a bad bleach job (i saw peter mark all over the place) and the cherry on top? a white 'shirt' that was basically open in a cut-out circle design from her sides, from the bottom to her breasts. did i mention her tits were hanging out all over the place? i couldn't stop laughing... it could have been the belly-button ring that did it... or the orange tinged tan... or it could have been that i was initially shocked and then looked at gerry who was sporting the same traumatised looked that i realised i must have also had going.
i tried to control myself, and sort of managed to, until she sat down with her children.
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confetti was hilarious. it's funny cause it's true. or at least it might as well be true.
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