A Missionary Described Her Boobs and Her Poopy Pants So I Gave Her Ten Bucks

Jamie Wright wrote about her boobs recently and I reacted like most men my age: I gave her money.
Ten bucks.
Via PayPal.

It is the equivalent of tuck-a-buck to a church lady.

Yup, I’m talking about boobs. But, don’t worry – I brought my other lady parts along, too.

She not only wrote about her boobs, she wrote how much she enjoyed it when boys noticed.

I know, I know. I’m supposed to hate it. As a woman, I’m supposed to feel objectified by the catcalls and horn honking. As a missionary, I’m supposed to feel embarrassed by my own sexuality and particularly horrified by the possibility that I may be causing my brother to stumble, or whatever. As a human being, I should feel degraded by being cajoled like an animal. But if I’m being really honest, and I am here, I have to tell you that -while I’m sort of uncomfortable with the aggressive nature…

Yeah, Jamie is a missionary. She is The Very Worst Missionary… and she’s cool with the fact that boys notice her when she walks to town.

I hope we get to meet in Costa Rica someday. I want to see if the Latin Boys are right.

The poop? She was interviewed by a Church Guy and said about the invitation

I *may* have pooped my pants *a little* when he asked.

But she didn’t, admitting during the interview that she has never pooped in her whole life.

Missionaries don’t poop,

she revealed.
You got ten bucks? Send it to Jamie.

Maybe she will won’t have to ride in janky pickup trucks in her pajama bottoms anymore.

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A Missionary Described Her Boobs and Her Poopy Pants So I Gave Her Ten Bucks — 2 Comments

  1. Hey, good luck in Costa Rica. I hear it’s a great place — beautiful beaches, cool (if sometimes rainy) mountains, friendly people . . . and as opposed to some other Latin American locales, it’s supposed to be safe.

    And presumably, it will be safe to blog there as well — no one looking over your shoulder, or ready to criticize, or wonder what you’re doing.

    I have told my friends that I blog; and attached a link on my LinkedIn and Facebook pages. But otherwise, I’ve kept it kind of low key, figuring if anyone WANTS to look up my blog, I’m not going to hide it; but I’m not going to promote it to my friends, or ask for trouble from them.

    Consequently, only one of my followers is a “real-life” friend; and my blog just doesn’t come up in real-life conversations. Even my spouse rarely mentions it. Maybe she thinks it’s “my” thing — kinda like golf — and she’d just as soon stay out of that world.

    I dunno. Maybe my friends just think the blog is terribly boring and are too polite to mention that. Except, I do get a fair number of visitors and comments, considering I’ve only been blogging for six months … but I wish I had more followers.

    Anyway, good luck in CR — and stay in touch with us stay-at-home retirees.

    • Hi Sightings. Welcome. Costa Rica is all you describe and better/worse. Yeah promoting your blog to friends is asking them to look a pix of your grandkids!

      You may be interested to know that blogging in Costa Rica carries more risk than being in the U.S. They don’t appreciate the freedom of speech as much as we do. Therefore, one has to be leery of a “denuncio” being filed against a blogger for having an opinion… From what I’ve been told/read, it’s a guilty until proven innocent. You won’t see any food reviewers in Costa Rica – too much liability.