meccahi | A Story of Knockers

wheewww. Made it through the 3 day weekend alive, and with a little bit of profit. Nothing amazing, but I was able to pay my booth fees for Louisiana. Go me.

But the one thing I came away with this weekend was a new level of disgust for the typical (maybe not so typical?) American male.

Enter : White male in his 40s, with smarmy mustache,cheap sunglasses and a bad comb over. Super tight pants, and a cocky strut thrown in for effect.

He wanders into the booth all alone and starts fondling the chainmail halters. He asks me the basic questions as far as price, material etc.

Seeing as he's alone, I ask if he's looking for one, for a wife or girlfriend, since they have to be custom fit.

Smarmy White Male : " Well I don't have a girlfriend yet, but I'm looking, and when I do find one I like she'll be at LEAST a DD.. maybe even an E... But I don't want to buy one of the halters yet cause you know... we might break up, and then I'd be out alot of money".

Shit you not.

I managed to stammer through something about how they really need to be custom fit anyways, and that when he DOES find this magical boob bearing pleasure hole, I'd be happy to fit her.

*shakes head*

He actually came back and grabbed one of my cards. That poor bastard.