I try so hard not to be “bitchy gay guy” and then I run into people like this: I’m at SuperAmerica and pass an overly-tan girl and her pale friend. Overly-tan girl stares me down and when I pass her I hear her whisper to Casper:
Overly-tan girl: “Hah! And people call me orange!”
Before I can catch myself, I have an “oh hell nah” moment, twirl around, and say,
Me: “Excuse me, I’m black. And you are orange. The oompa-loompa look isn’t cute.”
Casper cackles.
I strut off.
Good god, people are stupid. So glad you told her. Also, oh snap!
Muhaha, thank you
That is awesome!
Mystic tans are not for everyone.
Okay? Fanta spray.
NICE.
Ha! I can truely imagine this situation playing out in my head. LOL. Hilarity.
Ugh. Call me Mariah.
lol OMG, too hilarious! I love my ”tan”