“Get In The Car, Loser!”
This photo reminds me of an old-fashioned text adventure game. At least one of the “you have lost” endgame situations finds you “in a small room with steel bars on the doors and windows. There is no way out.”
Imagine that a nice limo pulls up to the curb on your quiet street. The door flies open, and inside, you somewhat dimly see these two young ladies, dressed for clubbing. “Get in, loser!” they shriek at you. “We’re going to a sex party!”
The only trouble is, you can’t exactly ask them for their IDs. Are they jailbait? Is this entrapment? Or are they 19 and 22, and at this very moment you are being struck by the lightning of joy that strikes no man twice?
A> Get in.
B> Close the car door regretfully and wave as they drive off.
Choose wisely. The crowbar hotel (or maybe a sex party, or perhaps a mugging) awaits!
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> Close the car door regretfully and wave as they drive off.
And spend the rest of your life regretting it? No way.
You know jesus,if I was a girl, and I looked that good, I would have to try that once with someone who looked like they would be very grateful, or I would regret it when I was 80 years old with head to toe wrinkles and saggy, deflated boobs. As a much older guy, I hear a LOT of my women acquaintances talking about how wild they were when they were young, and it’s with a faint smirk and faraway twinkle in their eyes. Young people should ask their older acquaintances which they regret the most, the things they did when they were younger, or the things they DIDN’T do, and consider following the wisdom they hear…
I think I’d take my chances and get in. Worst case, you could plead ignorance:
“But ossifer, I though they were only giving me a ride to the nearest bus station!”
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