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Originally Posted by cheerfulgreek
Okay, so….. no one, except for my kids wanted Christmas dinner leftovers from last night, so we decided to order a pizza. The pizza guy rings the doorbell, I answered the door wearing an MSU sweatshirt and plain shorts — nothing crazy — just normal lounge around the house sweatshirt and shorts. And the pizza guy, “Kyle” immediately locked onto my legs like he’d never seen knees before. I gave him his tip, and he just kept staring, like I was the main course and the pizza was the side dish.
And honestly, based on the way he was looking at me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got back in his car to have a moment — probably next to someone else’s pizza in the passenger seat, just sitting there like.. “I did not sign up for this.”
And then like… his fingernails looked like he’d been digging through potting soil. I mean, if I wanted extra toppings, I’d have asked for them. I seriously don’t need a side of “Kyle’s” DNA baked into my crust.
I didn’t eat it. My mom and my hubby are eating it (so gross), but I made myself a salad, instead.
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Hahahahahahahahahaha I can’t BREATHE! LMFAO! I gotta translate this since CG wants to be all proper.
Translation: Kyle peeped CG’s legs, liked what he saw, took the tip CG gave him, gave CG the pizza, then proceeded back to his car to jack off, with dude down the street’s pizza next to him.
ROTFLMFAO! I haven’t laughed this hard on greekchat in 12 years! LMAO!
How’d you know his name was Kyle?
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