04-02-2007, 04:01 AM
Lover Mama Wrote:I kept walking, and a creepy old man drove up in his truck. He asked me if I was looking for a good time. I told him I had one waiting for me when I got home, and to back off if he knew what was good for him.
He got out of his truck and grabbed my arm.. I pulled away as I saw the cop driving around the corner, and kicked the old guy in the back of the head.
Rock on, you.
And none of this "selective population control" nonsence. I've made it clear in your other thread that I'm not about to tolerate this kind of talk.