Statboy
Resident Cueball
Not sure why we haven't started one of these yet. We've all experienced instant karma or seen it happen right beside us. I had one yesterday I thought I'd share with the class.
It was a warm spring day, never mind that it was February. It was 70 degrees and windy as any day in April. The hero of this story, a swarthy bald man named Statboy, had just gotten off from work and was going to subway for lunch. This subway is frequented by our local college students, Southwest Baptist U being right across the street from it. Being a sunday there were college girls in short little dresses and skirts, and as the Statboy was approaching the door a particularly randy gust of wind lifted one of these girls dresses as they were attempting to enter subway. The Statboy got a glorious view of thong and booty. The girl quickly pulled her dress back down and while holding it with one hand, sheepishly looks around to see if anybody noticed her foible. She notices the Statboy some 10 feet behind her grinning like an idiot and waits for him to approach. Once close enough to speak to, she says in a voice just loud enough for her friends to hear and turn around to see who she was talking to "Your flies down" which it apparently was. The Statboy had to sheepishly zipper back up, to the guffaws of the pretty college girls.
It was a warm spring day, never mind that it was February. It was 70 degrees and windy as any day in April. The hero of this story, a swarthy bald man named Statboy, had just gotten off from work and was going to subway for lunch. This subway is frequented by our local college students, Southwest Baptist U being right across the street from it. Being a sunday there were college girls in short little dresses and skirts, and as the Statboy was approaching the door a particularly randy gust of wind lifted one of these girls dresses as they were attempting to enter subway. The Statboy got a glorious view of thong and booty. The girl quickly pulled her dress back down and while holding it with one hand, sheepishly looks around to see if anybody noticed her foible. She notices the Statboy some 10 feet behind her grinning like an idiot and waits for him to approach. Once close enough to speak to, she says in a voice just loud enough for her friends to hear and turn around to see who she was talking to "Your flies down" which it apparently was. The Statboy had to sheepishly zipper back up, to the guffaws of the pretty college girls.