"One Friday, Michelle left work early. Things were slow that day. Springtime, a free afternoon to do whatever...what else could she ask for? She hopped in her Seabring, let the top down, threw on her Prada shades, and pulled out a cigarette. She pulled off the lot and turned on the radio and wouldn't you know it? Her favorite song "Bossy" was playing on the radio. She turned the volume up and pulled to a stop at a red light. She knew she was just looking too hot. As a car pulled up, Michelle noticed from her peripheral that in the car next to her was a guy that appeared to be trying to get her attention.
"Ugh" Michelle thought. "People constantly tryina holla at me".
See she liked all the attention, better yet craved it because of how she acted and dressed. However whenever it came down to it, whenever guys would approach her, she would give them the icy shoulder, assuming no man could have genuine intentions. So when the guy in the next lane rolled down his window and said, "Excuse me, Miss...", Michelle turned at him quickly, rolled her eyes, and put the petal to the metal, running the light and cutting the guy off in mid-sentence. As Michelle took off, she called one of her friends, Isis.
Her first sentence was, "Girl, why these lames won't leave me alone?"
Her and Isis both began laughing hysterically. They both enjoyed this feeling however, of being on top...in the spotlight no matter what. Michelle found it hard to continue talking with her cigarette in her mouth, so she tossed it out the door. Twenty seconds later, Michelle was dead.
Now at home, Jason, the guy in the lane next to Michelle, greeted his wife with a kiss and playfully rubbed her tummy, with their seed growing inside. He told his wife about the situation with the girl driving next to him and how she wouldn't even acknowledge his presence.
Jason ended the story by saying, "I was just trying to warn her that she was leaking transmission fluid. You know it's heavily flammable and very easily ignited"."
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Note to women (who this applies to): Despite how "bossy" or tight you think you are, every man who comes in contact with you is not trying to holla at you. Us guys have gotten to the point where we can't even have casual conversation with you anymore. If we say, "Hello, good morning", most of you will roll your eyes and brush us off like we ain't ish. If we don't say anything at all, then you nag on how out-of-line and arrogant we are. Catch-22. There is a fine-line between a woman who is unapproachable and one who won't even hear a man out in casual walk-by conversation. I want comments on this one. I know this doesn't apply to all women; but it applies to most. Also, this is not to say that us guys don't have our faults we take for granted, because I know I do. That's another story, but this one, you can't deny the truth to. Ladies, is this you? If not, do you see truth to it? Dudes, tell me I ain't lyin.
