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Ditkaless Wonders said:
A couple of unattractive stripper teased him to string him along and he felt there was some kind of a connection being made.
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One unattractive one and one that looks like lefteye.  

 
Henry Ford said:
One unattractive one and one that looks like lefteye.  
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Remember the examples he showed were each, if I understood him correctly, two points higher than the reality. Remember too that his reality was skewed by taking X, and the grouping factor.  In their mug shots, which are inevitably coming, they are going to be solid 3's out of 10.

 
Ditkaless Wonders said:
Remember the examples he showed were each, if I understood him correctly, two points higher than the reality. Remember too that his reality was skewed by taking X, and the grouping factor.  In their mug shots, which are inevitably coming, they are going to be solid 3's out of 10.
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I think I’m just having trouble comprehending that he exaggerated how good pink looks.  If that’s true, she may have the first ever negative score under this reasoning. 

 
Henry Ford said:
I think I’m just having trouble comprehending that he exaggerated how good pink looks.  If that’s true, she may have the first ever negative score under this reasoning. 
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Good point, and my natural skepticism may ruin the thread.  I am prepared to move back to the perception that these women were good looking enough to make a man stop his truck over his natural reservations about strangers outside trailer parks in the early morning.  Maybe not lock the wheels up screeching to a halt stop, but stop nonetheless.

 
Ditkaless Wonders said:
Good point, and my natural skepticism may ruin the thread.  I am prepared to move back to the perception that these women were good looking enough to make a man stop his truck over his natural reservations about strangers outside trailer parks in the early morning.  Maybe not lock the wheels up screeching to a halt stop, but stop nonetheless.
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Well, you do have to take into account the audience.  A 4 will jam on the brakes for 2 5s who seem available.  

 
I'm envisioning an end to this story were the OP eventually goes to work.  When he returns home after and he goes to hit his garage door opener he realizes it is gone, and so too his vehicle registration with his home address.  I envision his house has been rifled for all valuables and that there is a pile of Pink's stink in his sink and Tre's spray in the hallway.  A hard lesson, but a valuable one brought to us by the Dr. Seuss Home Protection Agency.

 
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So I've been out of this thread since Friday and there has been exactly one update? ONE? I get the slow roll, but this is a whole other level....

 
Slapdash said:
Hasn't it changed a lot over the years now that people are doing molly instead?  Not that I would know from experience either.
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Ecstasy is MDMA and possibly mixed with MDA.  Any other chemical makeup is a bastardization and evidence of the decline of civilization.

 
Ditkaless Wonders said:
I'm envisioning an end to this story were the OP eventually goes to work.  When he returns home after and he goes to hit his garage door opener he realizes it is gone, and so too his vehicle registration with his home address.  I envision his house has been rifled for all valuables and that there is a pile of Pink's stink in his sink and Tre's spray in the hallway.  A hard lesson, but a valuable one brought to us by the Dr. Seuss Home Protection Agency.
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Is it objectifying the young ladies to refer to them as "Thing1 and Thing2"?

 
We pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the city. I did my best to focus on driving, but Pink and Tre weren’t making it easy. Tre was fondling me from behind as Pink hissed in my ear, telling me all the nasty things they were going to do to me once we arrived at our destination. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate. Go right, go left, go right, go left. Waze was taking me down an endless maze of one-way streets. I was lost instantly. This was not a part of town I had ever seen before. It was a mix of dilapidated row homes and abandoned factories. None of them looked occupied. I didn’t know where we were going, but I couldn’t wait to get there.

Suddenly, Pink shouted “stop here at the corner” and I pulled up to a 24-hour tiendita. She threw the door open, “I’m gonna get us some Mutha ####in Red Bulls! Gotta make sure Boo has some ENERGY for this ####!”. As she slammed the door shut, Tre launched into another of her loud, screaming, laughing celebrations “YOU GONNA NEED THOSE MUTHA ####IN WINGS BOY” laughing, laughing, “GOD #### RIGHT, YOU GONNA NEED THOSE MUTHA ####IN WINGS, FO-SHO”, laughing, laughing. I tried to gather myself, recompose. Gotta get my #### together, I told myself.

Pink returned to the truck and tossed a bag to Tre in the backseat. We continued down the maze of streets until Waze finally announced that had reached our destination. We pulled up to a large, run-down, non-descript looking warehouse building and Pink instructed me to park. We got out of the truck, and Tre handed Pink and I each an open can of Red Bull. I was parched. I tilted the can and finished it in 3 huge gulps. Pink immediately started kissing me and pulling me towards the building. “We’re gonna rock your mutha ####in world, boo!” she said. I couldn’t wait. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This was the whole reason I was here. The big, stupid grin on my face was matched only by the big, stupid bulge in my pants.

We opened a heavy, metal door and entered a dimly lit stairwell. It smelled like urine. I was really hoping this story was going to end in a big comfy room with lots of pillows and sex toys, but whatever, it really didn’t matter anymore. By this point, I was ready to explode right there in the dark, smelly abandoned stairwell. Pink sensed my urgency and tried to calm me down. “Not yet, boo, not yet. We just need to get you upstairs. Then we’re gonna blow your ####in mind!” she said teasingly. Then she turned and started running up the stairs. Without thought, I gave chase.

We went up a flight and turned left, and then up another, and then another, turning left at the top each time. I was out of breath and starting to get dizzy. I was becoming overwhelmingly fatigued. It felt like I was moving in slow motion. Another flight of stairs and I started having feelings of detachment. It was like I was in a dream, watching this all happen from afar, without feeling or emotion. Eventually, it felt like my whole body was gone and there was nothing left to support my head. I was literally floating up the steps. My face was going numb. I was hearing echoes. I was moving slower and slower. I fought it as hard as I could, for as long as I could, but there was nothing more I could do. I blacked out.

Eventually, I came to in the stairwell. I was alone. My face was pressed against the cold concrete in a puddle of drool. It was dark and smelled terrible. I felt like someone had smashed me over the head with a sledgehammer. My wallet was laying next to me. All of my cash and credit cards were gone. I could feel my phone sticking awkwardly out of my back pocket. I grabbed it to check the time. It was 2:04pm. The phone opened in camera mode and I noticed there was a recorded video message from Pink from Tre. I was mad. I was relieved. I was terrified. Where was I? What had they done to me? Did I even want to know?

I held my breath and hit play on the phone.

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E-Z Glider said:
We pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the city. I did my best to focus on driving, but Pink and Tre weren’t making it easy. Tre was fondling me from behind as Pink hissed in my ear, telling me all the nasty things they were going to do to me once we arrived at our destination. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate. Go right, go left, go right, go left. Waze was taking me down an endless maze of one-way streets. I was lost instantly. This was not a part of town I had ever seen before. It was a mix of dilapidated row homes and abandoned factories. None of them looked occupied. I didn’t know where we were going, but I couldn’t wait to get there.

Suddenly, Pink shouted “stop here at the corner” and I pulled up to a 24-hour tiendita. She threw the door open, “I’m gonna get us some Mutha ####in Red Bulls! Gotta make sure Boo has some ENERGY for this ####!”. As she slammed the door shut, Tre launched into another of her loud, screaming, laughing celebrations “YOU GONNA NEED THOSE MUTHA ####IN WINGS BOY” laughing, laughing, “GOD #### RIGHT, YOU GONNA NEED THOSE MUTHA ####IN WINGS, FO-SHO”, laughing, laughing. I tried to gather myself, recompose. Gotta get my #### together, I told myself.

Pink returned to the truck and tossed a bag to Tre in the backseat. We continued down the maze of streets until Waze finally announced that had reached our destination. We pulled up to a large, run-down, non-descript looking warehouse building and Pink instructed me to park. We got out of the truck, and Tre handed Pink and I each an open can of Red Bull. I was parched. I tilted the can and finished it in 3 huge gulps. Pink immediately started kissing me and pulling me towards the building. “We’re gonna rock your mutha ####in world, boo!” she said. I couldn’t wait. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This was the whole reason I was here. The big, stupid grin on my face was matched only by the big, stupid bulge in my pants.

We opened a heavy, metal door and entered a dimly lit stairwell. It smelled like urine. I was really hoping this story was going to end in a big comfy room with lots of pillows and sex toys, but whatever, it really didn’t matter anymore. By this point, I was ready to explode right there in the dark, smelly abandoned stairwell. Pink sensed my urgency and tried to calm me down. “Not yet, boo, not yet. We just need to get you upstairs. Then we’re gonna blow your ####in mind!” she said teasingly. Then she turned and started running up the stairs. Without thought, I gave chase.

We went up a flight and turned left, and then up another, and then another, turning left at the top each time. I was out of breath and starting to get dizzy. I was becoming overwhelmingly fatigued. It felt like I was moving in slow motion. Another flight of stairs and I started having feelings of detachment. It was like I was in a dream, watching this all happen from afar, without feeling or emotion. Eventually, it felt like my whole body was gone and there was nothing left to support my head. I was literally floating up the steps. My face was going numb. I was hearing echoes. I was moving slower and slower. I fought it as hard as I could, for as long as I could, but there was nothing more I could do. I blacked out.

Eventually, I came to in the stairwell. I was alone. My face was pressed against the cold concrete in a puddle of drool. It was dark and smelled terrible. I felt like someone had smashed me over the head with a sledgehammer. My wallet was laying next to me. All of my cash and credit cards were gone. I could feel my phone sticking awkwardly out of my back pocket. I grabbed it to check the time. It was 2:04pm. The phone opened in camera mode and I noticed there was a recorded video message from Pink from Tre. I was mad. I was relieved. I was terrified. Where was I? What had they done to me? Did I even want to know?

I held my breath and hit play on the phone.

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Honestly, and I don't want you to take this the wrong way, the whole thing seems a little fruity.  This is going to hang around your neck for a long time.

 
General Malaise said:
Why on earth would you spend time on something like this?  
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This is one of those moments where your reputation is etched in stone and your name becomes a verb.

 
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