vckystxx

This is awkward.

I was sitting in a busy coffee shop and I wanted to write about me painting this freaky ass ‘come-hither’ mannequin yesterday, and was in the process of bluetooth’ing the picture from my phone to my computer. I’ve done this SO many times in the comfort of my own home, that I get impatient and start tap-tap-tapping waiting for the notification to pop up.

It did, and I tap’d it, and VOILA! I sent it to another cellphone in the room titled X9000. I sent this picture, with this caption, to X9000.

you SO want a piece of me

It didn’t help that my cellphone ID is “vcky shiznit”, or that 5 seconds after sent-confirmation I hear a very confused, very male voice say “WHAT THE FUCK???????”

I kept my face straight and swiveled in my seat so I could
1) assess whether this ‘very male voice’ could possibly be ‘very good looking’.

Wow. Very good looking indeed. I flushed a deep attractive crimson and packed my stuff slowly before running out the door with tears streaming down my face but in my haste I ran out of my shoe, leaving behind one glass-looking plastic-hooker-heel behind on the curb beside a ditched hubcap. He ran after me and said “wait!! wait!!! and I ran onto the bus 1-hooker-shoe-less than what I left home with, and Never Saw Him Again.

And I Lived Regrettably Ever After.
The End.

what would you do if someone sent you a picture of a topless bodyform?