A fine looking stripper pulls up in a car and says “hop in”
Muddy
USA
Would you ride shotgun with a stripper? Some are old fashioned, only the man drives and all that. Are you facing your impending doom with some likely loaded up stripper behind the wheel? Do you not give a shit and follow the yellow brick road?
I think I’m going red pill on this one. Ride or die fuck it. And I’ll still try to ask for road head.
I think I’m going red pill on this one. Ride or die fuck it. And I’ll still try to ask for road head.
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And such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford
Slowin' down to take a look at me
Do I know the girl ? If a hot girl just stops and asks me to get in, I'm looking around for the cameras.
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me
We may lose, and we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbin' in
So take it easy
This is like fucking a tranny ass without a condom in a glory hole. No homo.
No seatbelt on - windows open - right after my Drizly is delivered...
When I was in college I had to work a lot of crappy jobs. Among the worst was selling books of discount coupons. It involves going to people’s homes to close the sales.
The first time out I had to accompany an experienced sales agent. I forgot her name but I still remember her look and vibe. She was a redhead (big, puffy hair), and wore way too much makeup. She had huge boobs that she struggled to keep contained in her tight, low-cut top. She constantly chewed a huge wad of bubble gum, mouth open and smacking loudly, occasionally blowing bubbles.
She blathered constantly about TV shows I’d never watched. That I never made any comment didn’t diminish her torrent of banal TV trivia
Her car was a bright Pepto Bismol pink Mustang convertible. We rode around town with the top down.
I slunk down low in my seat , hoping no one would see me.
At the end of the evening she invited me to her apartment so we could “play.”
I told her I was gay and asked her to drive me back to where my car was parked.