Maybe I've been in SoCal too long, but when I ran into Shukr randomly one day, I immediately fell in love. Shukr offers clothing that is comfortable, temperature-moderating (keeping heat off or in, as appropriate) and allows for human dignity.
It's hot here. Sure and it is. And hell, baby got back. All I know is that I'm bloody well sick of emaciated, fat ugly people wearing stretch jeans with flab overhang. Enough bellies! Damnit, people. Get some damn style.
I like an eyeful of cleavage, sure. Find any self-respecting dyke who don't. I want to see sexy shit. But maybe every single woman under the age of fifty doesn't need to wear assless chaps. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FAT ASS ANYMORE.
I'm pissed. No wonder the TV is covered in recommendations for Treating Your Yeast Infection - everyone walks around with cameltoes all fucking day long. Just pissed, I tell you.
So this girl is going to cut shit up. Maybe I'll get a jelaab and wear it with a matching cowboy hat. That dress looks comfy : let's cut it up to show off your cleavage then.
Or don't. Samantabhadra knows I sure like my privacy. I'm not ashamed of my body but let's be sure I'm tired of those men jerking off mentally when I walk by and I'm sure as fuck never gonna be caught dead in that highly unflattering pr0n-wear you think is clothing.
This is the your last warning. Put. Down. The. Fucking. Daisy. Dukes. That's it - next comes the shot off your bow. And even if you think I can't shoot this here IMI Tavor II to save my life, just recall that all I gotta do is hit the broad side of a barn.
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