Well folks, even though I have at times told creepy grinders in a club (you know, the guys that "dance" toward you with their pelvis) that it would not "work out" for them because I was with "her"(cue grabbing my girl friend and together we would dance away from the creeper), I am not a lesbian.
So to the caller who raised my eyebrows this morning:
A) I have no idea how you got my cell phone number, but please do not call me at 1 a.m., because if you wake up my sleeping children I will have to hunt you down and flog you with a garden hose.
2) The only kind of proposition that I am likely to say yes to is the one where you offer to pay for the babysitter so that I can go to the spa treatment (that you also paid for).
45) Really? REALLY? If I didn't personally give you my number, it is because I don't want you to call me.
D) I'm 36, which makes me officially an antique and too old for bullshit (see yesterday's post). Respect your elders.
765) Even though I love "the gays", I am not one of them. If you (blocked caller) are a man, you have your own issues to work out.
Z) Since I will not submit to your anonymous demands, I can only provide you with pictures of me in my one-of-a-kind St. Patty's Day lime green double knit polyester leisure suit. I hope this helps ease your sexual tension/needs/frustration/desires? You can thank my mother for making (and saving) the suit and my husband for taking the photos.
in a lime green leisure suit...". Enjoy.
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