Jamie Wright wrote about her boobs recently and I reacted like most men my age: I gave her money.
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,
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.