Silverthorne

What it is about some guys, that when they see a pair of breasts attached to a female chest, they play dumb and don't follow instructions? Does so much blood go to their crotch at that point that there's no more oxygen left in their brain cells to think with, or what? Or do they figure that because I'm female, I'm not going to pick up my pallet jack and smack them over the head with it when they pull the 'Good 'Ol Boy' number on me?

Because I will.

Listen, Mr. 'I Came From Brooklin'. Next time you play dumb with me (twice!), I'll whup your little rotund ass.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.