Ok so dont mind how tired I look but...
Why Do Boys Grow Up To Be Men But Their Minds Dont?
A Pictorial Short Essay By Paige D'Winter
So by now we've established that I'm pale and pastey and goth, right? Right! It's rather on the duh side of the spectrum to say that I wear a lot of sunblock, living on Mars, er... I mean in Florida, and all.
So it was really nice out... sunny, warm, the usual Floridan heat wave.
I decided to take my new camera out to try to learn how to use it. Photograph lil lizards and flowers and crap, right? So la, la, la, Paige takes pictures in a park.
Three 30something guys wander by and one squints at my shirt. They start to giggle, as much as Macho Surf Dudes can giggle. "Hey lady..." one says to me. "You have... heh. white, creamy stuff... on your shirt." and they burst into hysterics, right out of Telling Poop Jokes When You're Seven Years Old.
Well!
I roll my eyes, squint at the Three Ham-Egos, and say... "Oh! You're SO right. I'm one of those dirty, nasty, scandelously sexual women who just HAVE to be slathered in... dripping with... SUN BLOCK." and I wander off, loudly muttering something about how I'm sure I'm a dirty whore who will undoubtedly go to hell for being so trashy.
What was it that Carlos Mencia said? 'Its like DUH DUH DUH! with DUH DUH DUH! on top.'








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