You know, on occasion I have seen this woman driving about, near my old office, on her humungo-bike of origins I cannot recall while wearing white leather hot pants with the sci-fi babe leg strappies attaching to her knee-high matching stiletto boots. The bike may have been pink. Or sparkly. And she had astronaut's wife hair and looked to be about eleventy, or maybe 45 with too many years spent smoking Cohibas in a tanning booth and/or giving Jack-and-Coke-fueled handjobs to drummers from Rolling Stones cover bands. And I wasn't drunk either time I saw her, so I'm pretty sure she was real.
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Date: 15 Apr 2008 08:14 pm (UTC)But at least it wasn't a skirt!