Slurpee tits
Jun. 25th, 2005 01:40 pmThen he grabbed two pairs of straws, one each regular and Slurpee, which I could see clearly because he held them in the air, and stuck them in the drinks; however, they were too tall, so he cut one in half with his bright red art knife on the plastic surface of a ladder someone was examining the ceiling with. The store employees were charitable and let him, presumably because they were sympathetic. He used the pieces of that.
As he walked back, he stopped between the cashier and the mirror (directly in front of me), and put the Slurpees down to pull his shirt up to his armpits, revealing not only an undershirt, but the two ingenious pockets sown into it! He fitted one in each pocket, slipped his shirt back down over them, and left without paying.
I watched with the most absolute delight. I asked the cashier, who said she hadn't noticed. So I guess it works. That's the story of Slurpee tits.