The Isolated Blurt Thread XXI: Killswitch Edition

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I really need to do stuff before I go home at night because lately once I'm home I'm not putting on pants and going out.
 
I wear pants to job sites otherwise I wear dresses but it's always so windy downtown that I won't miss trying to make a dress diaper to walk to the train.
 
i can't say, lady...
as he scratched at an itch
at his side
just above the holster and its monstrous piece

things like this happen around here
and i mean, well...
just look at you...
and where you're at...

if she could have seen herself then,
which of course she couldn't,
she would have first seen
two mottled trails of mascara
running down her cheeks
to meet in a dark delta at the point of her chin...
her eyes;
puffed, bloodshot... teary...
her blouse, ripped at the neck
but recovered, to afford some dignity...
the filigree of a brassier
lay torn and crumpled by her clutch
just behind her on the macadam...
one broken heel
short skirt askew...

someone up there
he pointed towards the new hip condos across the alley
then back to scratching

they called it in...

she shook her head as if to clear it...
yeah... to clear it
because...

...and where the fuck was eric filming this from?
cuz this bit was gonna get good here in a bit...

she gathered her things
and pulled herself up from the ground;
making sure that the dumb cop
caught a good glimpse of her bare crotch.

he offered her a hefty hand...

she took it
and gave him a warm smile;
steadying herself with a hand on his big dumb shoulder...

then slyly smiled up to the bay of windows just east...
 
The dress diaper was actually invented by a Litster who badly needed to tinkle while riding his lawn mower.
 
I learnt my lesson, I will only wear short skirts on the days I know I wont be crawling under a desk.
 
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