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Finally read this. Such a strange story. I get that this was rural and late at night, but it's a little hard to believe that those tree branches were laid out specifically to cause one particular person to stop as opposed to anyone else who might use that exit ramp, no?

They certainly knew they were shooting at a cop by the time he pulled up and got out of his car, but this sounds a lot like a thrill killing or something that happened to net a cop rather than a scheme to get this guy from the outset.

 
Thought for the day: The thing about Workaholics Anonymous is that if you have time to come to the meetings, you don't really have a problem.

 
The only thing that turns me into a **** faster than people complaining about the weather is alcohol.

 
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"Keep me coming": The results of using YSR's dirty text response.

So flirty co-worker came over Friday night for a movie, beers and to melt my freeze pop. She gets here, and comments on how cold it is in my living room and wants to go upstairs. She grabs the remote and jumps in my bed and immediately comments on how we have the same TV remote control :doh: (shocking DirectTV doesn't provide uniquely styled remotes for each house) She then told me about 5 times that her remote hasn't worked for the last month, she gave me a blank stare when I asked if she tried changing the batteries. So after some stimulating remote control chat, we start kissing and she was very passionate about it. Kind of a weird kisser, she was a heavy breather during the kissing and not in an erotic way, more like when a chubby guy runs up a flight of stairs (no offense Stryker) After a couple minutes her phone starts going off with texts. She stops to look at her phone and then tells me she has to go pick up her younger sister. Apparently her little sister is pregnant and her car broke down she is stuck in the sub-freezing weather. So she tells me this as we're laying there, and then she says "you believe me right? You don't think that I told my sister to text me right when I got here so I'd have an excuse to leave, right? Cuz I want to be here." I replied "I believed you until you just mentioned that, so now I'm curious." She was insistant that she wanted to be there, so I told her there was a way to prove it and she nodded in agreement and started to give me a hand job. Now, I was going to suggest that she just come back to my place after getting the sister and bringing her home. But I liked this hand job idea too.

Her technique was kinda odd. Instead of a constant stroking motion, there was a lot of hitches in her delivery. I guess I would compare it to one of those old school Rapper/DJs that is purposely scratching a record while it plays on a record-player. At the same time she applying her heavy-breathing kissing technique on my neck which wasn't helping. As this is going on, I"m thinking I really want to finish, but that doesn't appear like it's going to happen anytime soon and there is a poor pregnant girl sitting in the freezing weather waiting for her sister to rescue her. Obviously I had to do the right thing.......so I reached down, removed her hand and quickly finished what she started (nobody drives the bus like the bus driver)

She got up and it was like a light bulb went off above her head as she said "hey, why don't I just come back after I drop her off?" I smiled and said "keep me coming"

She was afraid to go alone so she told me to make myself a strong Jack and Coke so I could drink while she was driving. I was starting to like her. The ride to get her sister was only about 10 or 15 minutes and before we get there she tells me not to tell her sister who I am or that we work together because her sister is EXTREMELY judgmental and would lecture her about how wrong this was and probably tell the rest of her family she's hooking up with a guy she works with. We pull into the vacant parking lot where her sister's car was (it was a gas station that's been closed for a year) I figured it would be better if I sat in the back seat so once we stop I start to get out of the car but to my surprise just as I get out the sister is standing right there and we're both standing outside the car. She says "Ooh, who are you?" Now the heavy breather is still in the driver's seat with the radio on and she's oblivious to me her and her sister standing outside. I wasn't sure what to say so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind: "Hi, I'm Daniel LaRusso" I suppose the reason I thought of that was because earlier in the day one of my buddies emailed me a picture with my face photo-shopped on Ralph Macchio from Karate Kid (I have about dozen pics of my face on b-list celebrities from TV, movies and sports) We get in the car and start to drive away and the sister says "so Daniel what do you do for work?" Heavy breather immediately says "who's Daniel?" :lmao: I told her that she only knows me as "Danny" and somehow that seemed believable enough for prego.

After dropping off the sister, we go back to my house and right to the bedroom. Clothes come off and we start going at it as I try not to focus on her heavy breathing but then I notice another issue. She's making these weird moaning sounds that kind of sound like a combination of a sick goat and the laugh of The Nanny (to clarify, The Nanny reference is to Fran Drescher, not GM's wife) I was seriously losing my mojo due to her heavy breathing and loud gross moans. So in my head I imagined that she was Elisabeth Shue and I was singing that song "You're The Best... Around" which played during the karate tournament in Karate Kid. I was able to finish without having to fake it. After some idle conversation about how cold it was outside and if yellow snow is colder than regular snow, she got dressed and headed home.

The next morning I wake up and can't find the remote for the TV. The last I remember seeing it was in her hand as she was changing channels while she got dressed. Then I remembered her saying how her remote was broken and I thought, did she really steal my remote? An hour later and I still can't find it. She sends me a text saying what a fun night and we should do it again sometime. It texted back and agreed but I was more concerned about my possibly stolen remote. I wasn't sure if I should ask her or not, so then we had this text exchange:

Her: "Did you notice my 3rd nipple?"

Me: "No. Did you steal my remote?"

Her: "No, lol"

Me: "Are you sure?"

Her: "Yes, well it's actually more of a freckle than a nipple"

Me: "I meant about the remote"

Her: "Oh... no I didn't take it!!!"

Me: " Oops, I just found it under the bed"

Her: "So is that an apology?"

Me: "Sure. Now whats this about 3rd nipples?"

Her: "Never mind."

I can't tell you all how much I'm looking forward to the awkward interaction when I bump into her at a work function.

Thanks again YSR. You Da Man!!!!

 
I do have to say that while the stories in the prostitute thread are cracking me up they're also making me cringe a lot.
When I come out to visit Bakersfield, can we go to the strip clubs?
Sure...just to warn you they're full nude but don't serve booze. 100% serious.
God, Bakersfield is terrible.
Oh to be clear that is a California state law. If it is topless they can serve drinks. Full nude = no booze. At least that's what I understand.
BYOB?
Nope

 
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Where did you grow up Krista?
Why? :oldunsure: Did I say something weird?
No. I'm just trying to understand how a successful woman like yourself has that many redneck people from their home town.
Oh yeah. Southern Indiana, suburb of Louisville.

Huge public high school.
Some people call it Kentuckiana. I call it Indiucky.
Seems more fitting.

 

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