FrothySolutions
There's no gym for my squandered youth.
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By some kind of crack addict.
I went out to do some early morning foraging, when this woman calls me over. And she's all "Do you have a cigarette?" And I'm all "No, I'm sorry... I don't... smoke." She locks eyes with me and asks "Do you smoke crack?"
I say no. She asks me for some money. I used to work at a soup kitchen so the sight of her is particularly tragic for me. I know what signs of struggle to look for. I tell her I don't have very much, but I'll see what I can do. She conveniently "trips" and places her hand on my chest. Then she says she just needs enough for a pack of cigarettes. "Cigarettes are expensive!" I muse. And before I can give her any money, she scoffs "Tch, bye..." and walks off.
Waiting for the bus, I see her again. She has a GameCube in hand, and she's waving around a pair of black and white Reeboks, trying to sell them to people driving by. I compliment her GameCube. She says "Fuck you. You don't know who you're talkin' to, baby..."
Long story short, I got out of there before she cut me. But yeah, I have this sort of way with women. Mostly the ones addicted to controlled substances. This is not an isolated incident, and you can live like me too! Follow my damn sexmaxualizing guide!
I went out to do some early morning foraging, when this woman calls me over. And she's all "Do you have a cigarette?" And I'm all "No, I'm sorry... I don't... smoke." She locks eyes with me and asks "Do you smoke crack?"
I say no. She asks me for some money. I used to work at a soup kitchen so the sight of her is particularly tragic for me. I know what signs of struggle to look for. I tell her I don't have very much, but I'll see what I can do. She conveniently "trips" and places her hand on my chest. Then she says she just needs enough for a pack of cigarettes. "Cigarettes are expensive!" I muse. And before I can give her any money, she scoffs "Tch, bye..." and walks off.
Waiting for the bus, I see her again. She has a GameCube in hand, and she's waving around a pair of black and white Reeboks, trying to sell them to people driving by. I compliment her GameCube. She says "Fuck you. You don't know who you're talkin' to, baby..."
Long story short, I got out of there before she cut me. But yeah, I have this sort of way with women. Mostly the ones addicted to controlled substances. This is not an isolated incident, and you can live like me too! Follow my damn sexmaxualizing guide!
