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Saturday evening, well sunday morning, about 3 am, Brian and I stopped into the lovely Pantry 41, the gas station/convenience store on the corner of Humboldt and North. Two young ladies came in, acting very loud, perhaps a little inebriated. The prettier of the two strode up to me saying "Hi, Purple." (I was wearing a purple shirt) and began chatting me. I walked up to the counter, Brian joining me. There her friend began to coo about my pimp shirt, also saying that Brian was "so cute."
At this point the friend asked the clerk for something, I didn't hear what, the first girl was chatting me again. All I heard was her comment "You know my brand!" I looked down at her hand and saw that she was refering to a box of condoms she was purchasing.
Then the first girl said "We're going to be using them tonight!"
Then the second girl said to the clerk "When are YOU going to fuck me?"
Then they left.
I've been at some pretty fucked up points in my life, but at least the clerk at the Pantry 41 never knew the brand of condom I used. When that happens, you need to do some serious self-evaluation.
I mean, after you get done having sex with the dude you met at Cans 15 minutes previous.
At this point the friend asked the clerk for something, I didn't hear what, the first girl was chatting me again. All I heard was her comment "You know my brand!" I looked down at her hand and saw that she was refering to a box of condoms she was purchasing.
Then the first girl said "We're going to be using them tonight!"
Then the second girl said to the clerk "When are YOU going to fuck me?"
Then they left.
I've been at some pretty fucked up points in my life, but at least the clerk at the Pantry 41 never knew the brand of condom I used. When that happens, you need to do some serious self-evaluation.
I mean, after you get done having sex with the dude you met at Cans 15 minutes previous.