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“Oh my God! Like, are you really selling this top?” The bimbo asks.
“Yeah,” you say. “It doesn’t fit my sister.”
“Like, totes perfect! I’ll just take it, hehe!”
You make the sale and she smiles while walking away.
“Byeeeeeee!”
“What a bimbo,” you say under your breath. You don’t remember her as anything else because you changed reality, but you solved your problem. You actually decide to take the lamp for yourself; with something like that in a bimbo’s hands, for example, nothing would be safe.