Tisiphone
Elitist Redheaded Trollop
And not in a good way this morning.
So, I'm out with my neighbor and his gf last night, and I meet one of their friends. Let's call him Fuckmunch. Fuckmunch is a tad drunk, but hey, I never hold that against anyone.
He's trying to talk to me, then in the middle of an actually decent conversation goes "Are those real?" referring to the Tisitits. And then proceeds to blatantly stare at them and keeps on asking me what size they are, to which I politely decline.
Word of advice, gentlemen. If you want to get anywhere at all with me, don't use the Tisitits as a basis for a conversation, or to judge my personality. My poor neighbor didn't know what to do, but he knows I can handle myself and put Fuckmunch in his place.
And thus, my rant is done. It just galls me sometimes that men think just because I have "ginormous melons" (Fuckmunch's words) that I must be some kind of slore.
So, I'm out with my neighbor and his gf last night, and I meet one of their friends. Let's call him Fuckmunch. Fuckmunch is a tad drunk, but hey, I never hold that against anyone.
He's trying to talk to me, then in the middle of an actually decent conversation goes "Are those real?" referring to the Tisitits. And then proceeds to blatantly stare at them and keeps on asking me what size they are, to which I politely decline.
Word of advice, gentlemen. If you want to get anywhere at all with me, don't use the Tisitits as a basis for a conversation, or to judge my personality. My poor neighbor didn't know what to do, but he knows I can handle myself and put Fuckmunch in his place.
And thus, my rant is done. It just galls me sometimes that men think just because I have "ginormous melons" (Fuckmunch's words) that I must be some kind of slore.