Wearing: http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.28 ... MQ%3D%3D.2OOC Note: Backdated to January 21, 2017
“So, it's a little cold.” Birdee said with a quick rubbing of her arms with each hand, rotating her attention every couple of minutes to the other arm. ”Yeah, well, it's the middle of January, B.” The woman next to her said, gawking at her outfit. Somehow, what she imagined and what Birdee imagined were two -very- different things. Here, 'Venus' stood, with a matching sign that said, “Same ****, Different Century.” But their outfits couldn't have been more different. 'Venus' (dubbed that by all the guys that knew her in that 'knew' her sort of way-not that she wasn't ******* gorgeous) was dressed in black from her neck to her ankles in some period dress that was from...well, a really long time ago, while Birdee took a more eccentric route and went for less is more. As in, less clothing, but pointing out what was really the main star of the show-her ovaries.
But not just her ovaries, but the ovaries of 'Venus' ' and the women all around them. **** that Orange Mussolini ****** back home. Birdee was so glad she high tailed it out of the U.S. Of A. when she did. A few seconds later, more of the entourage showed up with identical signs, dressed differently. Birdee could spot the friend of Venus' who dressed like she was in an episode of Leave it to Beaver as being in the last century, but the other women varied from decade to decade. ”You want to borrow my coat? Venus asked Birdee after the small group of women huddled closer together, talking about the chants they were going to say while they marched. “No way. I'll be fine. Besides, no point in wearing this if no one is gonna see it.” She rubbed her hands over her chest, because, well...everyone could totally see she was cold. ”Girl, you're crazy. Don't want to hear about bronchitis or pnemounia if you get it.” Venus wrapped her black wool coat about her body with a shrug, as she suggested Birdee being in the middle of their group so she wouldn't freeze to death. After Birdee warmed her topside girls up, she crossed her arms over her chest-because well, no one gave two shits about her boobs today. It was all about the lower lady parts.
