Another minor, whiny annoyance. Yesterday, I was getting a boba milk tea at a shop in West L.A., and both of the young ladies behind the counter were wearing "low-riser" jeans. I suppose they were trying to look sexy, trendy, or cute; but all I could think was that these women were serving me food with their tuchuses hanging out. Not appetizing.
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Uh, could we get an address of this establishment? I'd like to, uh, yeah, be grossed out by that, too. And do you have their schedules perhaps?
I'll decline to actually name the establishment in my blog, because if I did, (a) I'd be a cad, (b) I might get sued, and (c) I really like their lavender milk tea, and I'm sure it won't taste as good if they spit in it.
The Market street cinema and massage parlor!
Danny has his eye on her low rise
lavender milk tea or lavender thong?
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