When I was younger (and way cuter) I worked at what used to be Stetsons. I had been on a drinking binge, to which I am NOT proud of, but nonetheless was driving home with my now husband following me when the blue lights lit up my rear view mirror. I seen the cop was young and I was still in my "work uniform " so I hopped out and started flirting. I bent all the way over total Hooker style and stood up real slow pretending to fix my shoes. We talked for a little while and after giving him my pager number (goes to show how long ago) got away with a warning and a date...that I never went on.
@4psychos:
Boobs are such a wonderful tool.
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