WhipTheHip
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ORIGINAL: Bearlee I don’t know why, because my father was a bastard, but I absolutely LOVE the aftershave he wore: Old Spice...but a little goes a long way Boy, does this bring back a memory. I was manager of a lowest rent rooming house in the universe. Some female that lived there walked into my apartment, layed down on my bed, took her clothes off, and said if you go to 7-11 and buy a bottle of Old Spice, you can have me. I can't make love to guy who is not wearing Old Space. So I ran to 7-11 which was three blocks away and bought a bottle Old Spice and ran back to the hotel. A dozen police cars had surrounded the place, and an officer walked up to me asked if I had left a grrl in my room. I answered, "No," as I knew she had a boyfriend, and I didn't want to get either of us in trouble. The officer said, "Something serious has happened, and you better tell the truth." So, I told the truth. He said, "Well, I'm sorry to tell you this but that girl stole your gun, and chased her boyfriend up and down the hallway firing at him and every other guest that poked their head out of their door. There were bulltet holes everywhere. No one was injured. She was taken to jail. No one pressed charges, not even her boyfriend. A few weeks later, all charges were dropped and she moved back into the hotel with her boyfriend. But this is the story of my life. Everytime I'm about to get lucky, the craziest possible thing happens, and I never see the girl again.
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