Pull up to my place and I see a young white gal (couldnt have been older than 21,) walking down my street by herself. (Its a pretty sketchy street.) I think its strange, but whatever, I go to get inside. She turns around and walks towards me. Are you lost? I ask. No, but do you have any weed? She replies. No I dont sorry, and you really shouldnt be walking down this street by yourself at this time of night. Why not? Its dangerous, trust me. What are you doing here anyway? Where the hell are you going? Where did you come from? Oh I work down the street on xxxxxxxx st. (An industrial street with no normal businesses open at this time as far as I can remember.) What? What do you do? Oh I give massages. Oh really? I could actually use a back massage sometime... No, I give d!¢k massages. Oh... Do you want one? Ill trade you for some weed. No Im alright. Thank you though. Do you at least have any money? Ill go buy some weed and then I can come back and give you some. No Im alright, but you know what? In keeping with the holiday spirit, heres $20. Merry Christmas. Oh thank you!!!! Merry Christmas! Okay, just be careful walking down this street at this time by yourself. At least carry a knife or something. Okay thanks! TRUE STORY. Just happened.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 11:03:54 +0000
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