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<blockquote data-quote="GM4WALLS" data-source="post: 7258917" data-attributes="member: 631283"><p>When I was 16 I had a buddy that was dating a **** named Misty.&nbsp; She wanted to fix me up with her &quot;hot&quot; friend for a double date.&nbsp; We go pick up this chick, and while she wasn&#039;t as physically repulsive as your mole lady, she wasn&#039;t going to win any beauty contests... well anyway, we go to a movie and walk around a mall, typical teen stuff.&nbsp; There was a party in our home town that night, ad we decided to go to it and drink a few beerd and sip a lil&#039; moonshine.&nbsp; Well, Misty gets blasted and my buddy Bart got lucky in the front seat of his regular cab Chevy truck (our ride for the night) and some folks started to watch.&nbsp; One of the members of the crowd shouted out &quot;I&#039;m next!&quot; and Bart shoved her up into the cab and pulled the door shut behind him.&nbsp; I guess he needed a tighter hole and decided to go in the backdoor... well, she screamed and he pulled out fast, she proceeded to spray the cab of the truck with the most rancid diahrea ever, triggering Bart into puking all over her back and the truck we had to ride home in!&nbsp; Bart came running out of the truck covered in ***** and vomit, and the crowd scattered as well!&nbsp; My ugly date went to check on her soiled friend, and by the time she got her upright and coherant, everyone else (including Bart) was gone.&nbsp; So I&#039;m stuck with a crap covered ****, her ugly friend and the only way home was the truck filled with vomit and *****.&nbsp; We took the truck up to the local car wash and I called a buddy on the payphone (pre cell phone days) to bring some tools and milk crates.&nbsp; I pulled the bench seat out, pressure washed the interior and the drunk **** and popped the milk crates in so I had a place to sit.&nbsp; Then I got to take home Misty (with no clothes) and explain to her father that I didn&#039;t get her into her perdicament, but I was returning her safely, then I had to drive 30 miles one way with uggo to take her home and back in that sewer smelling Chevy.&nbsp; She tried to kiss me, I told her no thanks, then she asked if I would call her... I told her not a chance, then I drove home and hosed myself off in the front yard with my mom and dad laughing about the situation.&nbsp; Wheb Bart picked up his truck the next day I punched him in the face.&nbsp; This was my worst date ever!</p></blockquote><p></p>

[QUOTE="GM4WALLS, post: 7258917, member: 631283"] When I was 16 I had a buddy that was dating a **** named Misty. She wanted to fix me up with her "hot" friend for a double date. We go pick up this chick, and while she wasn't as physically repulsive as your mole lady, she wasn't going to win any beauty contests... well anyway, we go to a movie and walk around a mall, typical teen stuff. There was a party in our home town that night, ad we decided to go to it and drink a few beerd and sip a lil' moonshine. Well, Misty gets blasted and my buddy Bart got lucky in the front seat of his regular cab Chevy truck (our ride for the night) and some folks started to watch. One of the members of the crowd shouted out "I'm next!" and Bart shoved her up into the cab and pulled the door shut behind him. I guess he needed a tighter hole and decided to go in the backdoor... well, she screamed and he pulled out fast, she proceeded to spray the cab of the truck with the most rancid diahrea ever, triggering Bart into puking all over her back and the truck we had to ride home in! Bart came running out of the truck covered in ***** and vomit, and the crowd scattered as well! My ugly date went to check on her soiled friend, and by the time she got her upright and coherant, everyone else (including Bart) was gone. So I'm stuck with a crap covered ****, her ugly friend and the only way home was the truck filled with vomit and *****. We took the truck up to the local car wash and I called a buddy on the payphone (pre cell phone days) to bring some tools and milk crates. I pulled the bench seat out, pressure washed the interior and the drunk **** and popped the milk crates in so I had a place to sit. Then I got to take home Misty (with no clothes) and explain to her father that I didn't get her into her perdicament, but I was returning her safely, then I had to drive 30 miles one way with uggo to take her home and back in that sewer smelling Chevy. She tried to kiss me, I told her no thanks, then she asked if I would call her... I told her not a chance, then I drove home and hosed myself off in the front yard with my mom and dad laughing about the situation. Wheb Bart picked up his truck the next day I punched him in the face. This was my worst date ever! [/QUOTE]

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