BOOTS WITH DA FURRRRRRR

This weekend I went out on the town with Becky and Benjamin. We did out-on-the-town stuff, like dance to the Ghost Busters theme.

Becky decides it would be a good idea to forcefully slap my ass. She obviously doesn't have proper hand positioning, as she managed to thoroughly injure her index finger while doing so. At first I didn't believe her but WHOA NELLY it was swollen.

My ass feels proud.

Later on Becky tells the story to our friend Brendan, throwing in a tidbit that goes something like "Larissa must have buns of steel!" Obviously needing to verify the statement, I told Brendan how I used to have to do 100 squats per kickboxing class as a warm-up.

Brendan looks at me, "Larissa when is the last time you've done an actual proper squat?"

(Its general knowledge I left kickboxing classes before they were done due to hand injury/laziness.)

SO BRENDAN LOOKS AT ME, RIGHT.

Who does he think he is, questioning my physical exercise routines?

I pause to consider an accurate answer, look back up at him, and say:

"Well last night I guess, while I was dancing to 'Apple Bottom Jeans'"

Pic unrelated: How dirty is your mind?