As most of you know, I'm at Target all the time during my lunch breaks. The place is 5 minutes from the office and lord knows I'm not going to sit at my desk during lunch.

So I'm strolling around (found some great stuff btw) and it's time to check out. I see quite a few lines, but ... I see this very cute blonde girl. I wasn't sure it was the shimmer of her hair, the scent of ever so pretty strawberries, or her jumbo jugs ... but I got in line behind her.

She smelled pretty.
She looked pretty.
Even tan.
Working girl in dress slacks with an employee badge hanging from her coach purse.

I'm like ... "gigidy."


She places her hand basket on the conveyor belt and begins to empty it's contents. I see her slender fingers with perfectly manicured nails reach into the basket. Out comes ...

- a white shirt
- band-aids
- peroxide
- neosporin




- preparation h :eh:





- flex fit band-aids :a:








- wart remover :ugh:





at this point, I'm like ... "zomg ... products are killing my love for you girl ... stop. Please stop. Stop for us. If I mean anything to you, for the love of god, stop."



- Lamisil-AT :eek4:




Her sheer beauty was killed by the bacteria rave breeding under her clothes.

 

Wow....ummmm maybe she has kids?

 

That's hawt.

 

:rofl: that sucks. maybe it wasnt for her :dunno:

 

:barf: ahhhhhh

 

id probably still do her.

 

Target = Hot Chicks

 

make sure you wear a rubber dude

 

Maybe it was for her husband/boyfriend.

 

or for her twin sister