I dunno, I'd say it was my fault. Alright I'll say it. I was walking down the street of the industrial district (I think) of salt Lake city, outside some houses. This guy was lurking behind me on the other side of the street, real slow and creepily, then pulled up directly next to me, still slowly. He offered me a ride to the highway because I said that's where I was going. My exact thought was: "This guy is literally a sexual predator." But, and don't ask me why, even if that was my thought, I got in the car. tossed my stuff in the back, and any knife or anything like that was in there. Dude was a molester 100%, so I feel really dumb about getting in. Got groped around my legs and my junk and stuff, but then he stopped and let me off where I wanted to go. It was a gross experience. Shoulda knocked him.
An increidible lapse of judgment even though I figured that's what he wanted. I'd say it was my bad.
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Originally Posted by Oriphiel
Hmm, what's this in my pocket?
*epic guitar solo blasts into my face*
DAMN IT MONDO
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