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Re: When ole oomanz ah look pan yuh teenage son
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: JAmerican Ooman</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Lawd, I remeber being in the mall with my then 16yo 6'5" son.. I walk out of the store and there is some <span style="font-weight: bold">WOMAN chatting him up, all smiling and everything </span>an he smiling too.. he saw me and I saw him shove something in his pocket.. I asked him who was that and he said some lady that stopped me coming out the store I said whats in your pocket he said her number, now mind you I got ole gyal in my eyesight and I am walking toward her, I said her number for what, and he said to call her.. and I said FOR WHAT.,, and him say just to talk..
<span style="font-weight: bold">well I have reach this w_nch by now and I said, you gave my son your number and she said yes whats the problem.. </span>I said how old are you and she said what difference..yadda yadda. and I said I know you can look in this CHILDS face and tell thats what he is.. she said well he took the number and I said well you can have the number back because this boy is 16 and she acted like she was shocked..
<span style="font-weight: bold">I swear this WOMAN was at least 40, granted she had it goin on, and if you did not know what to look for, you would give her a hard 32, but WTH you trolling the mall for babies.. </span>
I apologize she said, thats not how I am and he talks like he is older than 16..
Like if it was not her it would be some one..
Brite and Otta aorda..
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Oh no... No... no... no... no....
Mi gaarn. Mi haffi lay dung likkle...
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: JAmerican Ooman</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Lawd, I remeber being in the mall with my then 16yo 6'5" son.. I walk out of the store and there is some <span style="font-weight: bold">WOMAN chatting him up, all smiling and everything </span>an he smiling too.. he saw me and I saw him shove something in his pocket.. I asked him who was that and he said some lady that stopped me coming out the store I said whats in your pocket he said her number, now mind you I got ole gyal in my eyesight and I am walking toward her, I said her number for what, and he said to call her.. and I said FOR WHAT.,, and him say just to talk..
<span style="font-weight: bold">well I have reach this w_nch by now and I said, you gave my son your number and she said yes whats the problem.. </span>I said how old are you and she said what difference..yadda yadda. and I said I know you can look in this CHILDS face and tell thats what he is.. she said well he took the number and I said well you can have the number back because this boy is 16 and she acted like she was shocked..
<span style="font-weight: bold">I swear this WOMAN was at least 40, granted she had it goin on, and if you did not know what to look for, you would give her a hard 32, but WTH you trolling the mall for babies.. </span>
I apologize she said, thats not how I am and he talks like he is older than 16..
Like if it was not her it would be some one..
Brite and Otta aorda..
</div></div>Oh no... No... no... no... no....
Mi gaarn. Mi haffi lay dung likkle...
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