My very own pimp...
A crazy Chicagoan was on the L last night when we got on to leave Chicago's downtown. He started to talk to me, and asked me if Emery was my pimp. Hmmm... I didn't know I looked like a gal who had a pimp. Maybe I should re-evaluate my modesty dress code. Throw those mini-skirts and thigh-boots away...
3 comments:
I laughed for so long!!! That is hillarious!!! Love it!
Maybe it was all of Emery's bling that gave it away, and not the mini-skirts at all. You should probably have him get rid of the fur coat as well...
all could do is laugh when I read this! :) Love it!!!! Have such fun and give that little man a hello and a squeeze for me!
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