Five Finger Discount

So we were in Aardvarks today and I accidently stole a pair of sunglasses. (Yes, accidently!)

I kinda tucked them onto my top and like between my boobs in between trying on different pairs of glasses and totally forgot that they were there. I only realized they were still tucked in my boob after we had driven away.

And I didn't feel too guilty then, but now I do.

And prolly worst of all is that I regret not tucking the cuter, super retro/60s' white ones in between the girls. EPIC FAIL.


(kinda what the white ones looked like, but they were more square)

(you can see the top of them; but not the cute leopard print sides^^^)

A cargasmic day...

So, on her way to my house, Kyra sends me a text about how she just had an "explosive cargasm" (hold the dirty jokes, please and thanks). Of course I believed her just cuz she has excellent taste; I think I "lol"-ed but then didn't think too much of it.

Then we drove by the cars...

HOLY FUCKING HELL. SWEET MOTHER OF MARY. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. PETER, BJORN, AND JOHN. MARY MAGDALENE. JULIA ROBERTS'S CHARACTER IN 'PRETTY WOMAN.' (Yay, prostitutes!)

I wanted to hotwire (haha, as if I know how) all the cars and just drive off in them.

Yes, all three of them. At the same time.

The yellow one is my fave:

And yes, we did stop the car, park, and get out just to take pictures. They were that beautiful.

And then about one block up (right across the street from the post office for all you El Segundo denizens) was another Triumph (gt6, I think) in white.

But the cargasms didn't stop there... On the way home, we passed about 20-25 (no lie; Kyra counted up until 17 but then gave up) gorgeous Corvettes. Yes, a Corvette Gang. New and Old. In a variety of colors. Needless to say, they were beautiful (too).