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August 20th, 2008
"Hey bro, remember me? You wrote that story about me in the paper."3 comments
August 13th, 2008
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August 6th, 2008
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July 23rd, 2008
When I step into the obese old woman's apartment5 comments
July 16th, 2008
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July 9th, 2008
“...I need to take a shower first and wash all of this blood off.”6 comments
July 2nd, 2008
“So I’ve got these two women in the back of my cab who just refuse to get out...”8 comments
June 25th, 2008
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June 18th, 2008
There’s nothing like a good Friday night, and I’m referring to the money.3 comments
[June 8th, 2005] I picked up my fare downtown during the 2:30 am bar rush; he lived in Vancouver. He started talking about his recently departed ex-girlfriend and how he was totally over her. He'd been proving this to himself by picking up one-nighters in places like Bar 71.
I opined that the girls there all seemed to look remarkably alike, down to the same style of skirt and sacral tattoo. He confessed that he'd have a hard time recognizing any of the four girls he'd slept with, and tonight he had decided not to bother.
He started asking me about my boyfriend. Didn't have one. Did I recently have a break-up? No. Was I gay? No. What was wrong with me? Don't know. How long had it been? Oh, we're getting into years rather than months here. He found this hard to believe, me being so hot and all. Uh, thanks.
When we got to his house, the fare was about $30, and he was still going on about my dry spell. He said no one should go that long, and forget the fare, I should let him do something about it. "I don't mean actually fucking you. It's just I can't think of anything I'd rather do than just lick some kitty before I go to sleep."
I politely pointed out that the fare had run to $33 while he was talking.
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