Amtrack: Los Angeles to Chicago. Somewhere is Kansas.

There is nothing random about being randomly selected. Can I see you ticket and ID ma'am? Sure, just don't call me ma'am, it's madam to you, or mistress if you are feeling nasty...After digging in my backpack and discovering oil pastels and a sketchbook he gives up. I should have put the vibrating butt plug in there. That would have been fun.

I swear, you are on every board, every hour. (And yes, thank you for that

I would have loved to be that cop when you pulled out that butt plug!! Chicka baw baw!! Know w'a'm sayin?

Good thing, you didn't pack any home made brownies. LOL (eom)

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-- Modified on 6/7/2004 3:29:11 PM

Are you wearing dreadlocks?  I could see a cop going after that -- not that's it's necessarily fair, of course.

Must have been my paint covered overalls. The clients that know me or have been lucky enough to have seen me off the clock are now grinning from ear to ear and nodding. OK, so I only dress up for my clients, but do I have to wear the same come fuck me suit on the train now too?

-- Modified on 6/7/2004 9:12:21 PM

My "come fuck me suit" IS my pair of overalls.  (I like all the little pockets.)

MY ex used to fly all over the place and would just show up at the ticket counter without reservations and pay in cash.  They red tagged him 100% of the time. YEP 100% of the time.  I always ended up having to shove an ounce of the spliff up my crotch since I planned ahead and paid with a credit card.

Never mind I kinda look like one of Bush's daughters.

LOL

xoxo
Elise