It's 1am, you're sauntering through the back streets with some friends, smoking a cigarette. You're feeling breezy. The air is steamy and you're wearing 6 year old thongs from Kmart. Ah, you do love this city.
A man rides up behind you on the footpath. You step aside to let him through, but he slows down alongside you. "Excuse me," he says, looking you over. You smile benevolently. Poor love, is he lost? Does he need directions? How can you be of assistance to this young gentlman cyclist?
"I don't suppose you ladies would like to watch me jerk off?" says the young gentleman cyclist.
What, no you wouldn't? Are you sure? He's very persistent. It's times like these when your potty mouth comes in handy.
Before he rides off into the damp black night, he makes a prediction that should strike fear into your very marrow.
"You," he says, his voice full of foreboding, "you will never have a chance like this again."
Oh, you. Always missing opportunities.
xoxox nora
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