Carnie II
Yes, you know it’s true… never, ever in my definitely NOT misspent youth, did I stand beside some hunky dude willing to blow all his hard-earned cash shooting tin cans to win me a large stuffed anything.
That girl had skinny legs and short shorts and wore a bikini top, instead of a blouse. And her hair was blonde, fluttered in the breeze and glistened in the neon.
I stood there sucking on my cherry snow cone and hated her with the kind of envy only a teenage girl can muster.
Obviously, I still do. She better be fat and ugly now or the universe is gonna pay!
Oooh, carnie envy.
I once had a boyfriend who was quite a good basketball player. We came home one day with about 20 stuffed animals. I kept those things for years.
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poietes
11/12/2011 at 8:30 am
Damn! So you were one of those hot chicks the cool guys would do anything for…
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Titirangi Storyteller
11/12/2011 at 9:24 am
Maybe a million years and several pounds ago . . .
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poietes
11/12/2011 at 11:11 am
We’ve all moved on from that, a million years – and sometimes it seems like a million pounds…
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Titirangi Storyteller
11/12/2011 at 7:53 pm
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