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dear penthouse....


I've encountered a similar thing. Some people like an audience.
 
At the risk of sounding creepy/crass, you should have turned it into a competition. *evil grin*

Then again, this is coming from a guy who wins "Gay Chicken"
 
Huh. Wh..at. I... Huh?

I don't even know what I would do if that happened. I imagine my brain would insist "No. You've misconstrued this, Leigh, get your mind out of the gutter, take another look OH MY GOD YOU WERE RIGHT WHAT WHAT WHAT--" and then my brain would undergo the biological equivalent of a BSOD.
 
Reminds me of a patdown I had to do, in the absence of a female officer... I was using the back of my hand, just checking for the presence of weapons or anything obviously contraband on a young lady we picked up. I was checking around her beltline to make sure nothing was stashed in it, and she shifted, and I heard a jingle. "Her beltbuckle," I thought...

...then I realised her skirt had no belt... and she had a flush and a small smile going on.

Fastest. Patdown. Ever.
 
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Philosopher B.









I called the jury duty recording and the tinny beeyotch on the other end said that all moffokas serving the wiggidy-week of the foTEENTH can fuck off! Aw yeah bitches. I can lay in Monday. I may feel like a cock in a knot thanks to this cold, but hey, I ain't gotta worry 'bout gassin' my vehicle. Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooha.
 
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