Please...
My friend Vanessa went to Wal-Mart to buy some markers. As she was looking around, she found some colorful Sharpie markers. She decided she wanted them, and went to the front of the store to go pay for them. As the cashier is about to ring them up, she asks "may I see I.D." Being the 16 year-old girl that Vanessa is, she looked at the cashier with a bemused expression on her face. (Hell, I would have too) So Vanessa says, "Why do you need to see my I.D.?" Then the cashier says "Well, you need to be 18 in order to buy Sharpies..." That's sad if that's the first thing a cashier assumes a teenage girl is going to do with a pack of Sharpies, is go sniff 'em...
Oh wait, she lives in Lancaster, that's why!
Hehe, I still love yah Nessa! ;)
Oh wait, she lives in Lancaster, that's why!
Hehe, I still love yah Nessa! ;)