I've had a few wardrobe malfunctions in my time. Nothing to do with my cleavage falling out. Everything to do with me trying to assemble a wardrobe. One time, I tried to assemble a wardrobe and was more baffled than I usually am. It turned out to be the wrong wardrobe, in the wrong box, with the wrong instructions. I took it back to the shop, in pieces. And I also took the wardrobe back to the shop, in pieces.
I've been known to be a bit of a "cross-dresser." No, not like the photo above, "possums!" And no, nothing to do with putting a dress on a cross. I'm talking about the times I'm getting dressed. Those times when the socks don't match, the zipper breaks on my jeans and the t-shirt has armpit stains. I would wear different clothes. Of course, the rest of my clothes are dirty and the washing machine decides to break. This makes me a "cross-dresser" and nothing to do with the dresser draws I couldn't put back together.
I just visualised somebody with "butter fingers", "green thumbs", "pigeon toes", "cauliflower ears" and a "glass jaw."
Apparently, "the walls have ears" and somebody I know wants to be "a fly on the wall."
I got a part in a local play. Great money, easy work. I'm acting out the part of a motionless puppet. "No strings attached." I've entered the World Championship Air Guitar Competition. Great money, easy work. "No strings attached." Nothing to fret over.
What little arachnid is always correct? A tick.
Does that tick answer make you a mite cross?
