I went to Neiman Marcus to pick out some christmas favors and low and behold did to my wandering nose appear?
Making my eyes water up as if they caught winter wonderdust?
Someone ripped a huge one in between the glass entry way of the store letting the sun bake in and heat the odor to a remarkably potent stench.
Open the second glass doors and the waft of perfume mixed with the fartabulous that almost brought me to my knees!!
What the F?
For fart that is..
What kind of jack arse does this sort of thing?
I can only think of one and duh, wouldn;t you know..it would be someone I went out with.
We went to the Celtics / Lakers game and in the elevator crammed full of body heat, he rips a silencer.
I knew it was him even if his face stayed plain as day. After all, he was my date.
Who else would be such a putz?
Anyhoo,
I left Neimans unable to take the vibrant mix of holiday arse spirits.
The Blonde hopes this season you keep your hot air to yourself!!!
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