I was driving to work. I was illegally talking on my phone while driving. (At least I wasn’t texting.) A huge, silver truck pulled up alongside my driver’s side and started honking its horn. I took this as a message to get off the phone. Maybe a cop was around. I looked over to the driver to signal thank you and that I was off the phone. He was a 30-something guy. He smiled. He honked again. I turned to look back at him. He gestured the following: You. Me. Blow-Job? Smile? Blow-job again?
Sigh. I am a douche-bag magnet.
its still in the wind girl… you. me. blowjob? huh?
And to be fair, or whatever you want to call it, prepared, I once felt like a douche-bag cuz I walked into a Walgreens and bought Summer’s Eve Douchbags(wait, I don’t think that’s what its called. maybe its just Douche), but they came in a box of four of some shit. and the reason why I had to buy them…. don don done? maybe I’ll write again as to why. maybe I won’t.
Beverly, I wish I knew you, b/c I believe most of the other offenders know me in some shape or form.
Peace and One Love
You need to give him that “I can tear off your sorry excuse for a nutsack” glare.
Sorry, Bev, I didn’t know that was you
Nah, it wasn’t you Phil. This guy could drive…
you cannot control what people do to you.
you can only control how you react to what is done to you
some may consider such an encounter as flattery, as a compliment
…Nah, it wasn’t you Phil. This guy could drive….
Ya killing me!