So I Was At Taco Bell...

And in walks this biker chick with her biker boyfriend. An almost stereotypical appearance, leather pants, blue shirt with a black leather vest over it. She had fairly long red hair and wasn't all that bad looking. Her hair was braided all the way down to her butt and had it in a leather tube with shiny metal balls.

They were both wearing black leather vests with a couple of dozen pins of various American themes, such as flags and guns. He went to the bathroom and I went outside to eat my order. She came outside and she saw me looking at her pins. So I said they were interesting pins to look at and she said she had an eagle and asked me if I wanted to see her eagle....

tatoo. It turned out that the eagle was a tatoo on her chest and she opened up her vest and shirt and showed me her eagle tatoo. It was a nice tatoo of a bald eagle with its wings spread out on her chest.

And she said I could play with her tatoo if I wanted.

I really wanted to since it was a nice tatoo, but considering the guy had a big knife attached to his belt... I decided discretion was the better part of valor and very politely chickened out before he came out and saw me looking at her tatoo. I left while she buttoned her shirt and vest.

Now, things like this just don't happen to me. My head is still spinning from this.

But I wish I would've had a camera.

Oh boy I wish I would've had a camera.

If she was hot enough, it would have been worth a beating.
Pussy.

Yeah, depending on the mood of her boyfriend/hubby, this could have gotten ugly. You did the smart thing.

You should have grabbed a quick feel before you blew out of there.

You should have given her a milkshake so it'd look like the eagle was flying.

I could sworn the sentence would have gone like this, "So I Was At Taco Bell and the homeless guy showed up, puked on my nachos and said that will be $5 for a bellgrande."

Well, see, your mistake was going to Taco Bell. It brings out ALLL the crazies, heh.

i had a vaguely similar experience a few years back - out in town having an afternoon session on the beers, when four girls walk in.

they have a drink and start chatting, then one asks me what i think of her tits - she pulls her top down so her tits drop out and i look them quite happily.

then one of the other girls comes up to me, knees me in the nuts and tells me to stop looking at her daughters tits!

in your case, i'd have had a play, thanked her and than ran like a christopher cross song.

Pedro thought that's where he should go to pay his phone bill!

Better go out with a bang than fade away

Here's the link I'm sure JUSTLEE meant to include.

Lesson One: Remove absurd clothing.



That will be $5

That was your first mistake.

I often have that same lament, then I remember that it isn't true! Though it has been a while since anybody flashed me.

Walk around with your camera, and a "Girls Gone Wild", hat/t-shirt.

While the former is certainly a rare event, I have no doubt the latter occurs on a regular basis.