Yeah, I don’t mind as much when the old broads stare; I’m no spring chicken myself. It’s when the young ones do it that I get a little creeped out.
I used to be pretty smug when the women would point and stare and whisper amoungst themselves. Now I just assume that I’ve left home and forgotten to put on my britches again and I’m standing there in my boxers.
I used to be pretty smug when the women would point and stare and whisper amoungst themselves. Now I just assume that I’ve left home and forgotten to put on my britches again and I’m standing there in my boxers.