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So I was chatting up this fine lacrosse mom who comes to the arena and banquet hall all the time, and you know how we do, I used the Pimp Freshness techniques for entering vagina.. Things are going well, and this is a nice lady so I thought maybe I won't try to hump her on the pilates mats upstairs, probably because pilates was going on at the time.. So we're chattin, and I invite her back to my moms house to get fresh, and as we're walking back to my car, she stops dead in her tracks.. "Um.. What's that written on your car", she says.. "Oh nothing", I say, trying to usher her past the excrement written on the hood and into the waiting comfort of the passenger seat in the 9-3 LeSabre.. "It looks like it says 'HI'", she prods on.. Now I'm just trying to do some damage control.. "Uh, yeah... You see, this guy Tristal, right, he's a bit of a dirtbag, and he wrote that on my car last night when he stopped by with some people and I haven't had a chance to wash it off yet but.." "..Is that a hand print?", she interrupts.. Now at this point I'm a bit worried, I need to change the subject to get her mind off dat and back on deez.. "Yeah, that was him too, but listen, about us having sex," I say.. "I really can't have sex with you now that I've seen how this beautiful LeSabre has been violated".. Then I was trying to tell her that I was going to get it washed but I hadn't had any time, and that I would go clean it off now so we could have sex but she said the image of the grafitti could not be erased from her mind.. Now I was a bit pissed off when I found out what the Tris had done, but she was thoroughly disgusted with the situation and there was nothing I could do to console her.. She ran to her vehicle and sped off, crying.. I haven't seen her since.. I'd call her to see if she was ok, but I don't know her name let alone her phone digits.. And she has such a nice succulent bum and I could have been all over that.. Fuck you Tristal..
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