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Several times a month, I will be in a store aisle reaching for something and feel a hand going up the inside of my thigh. When I turn around to find myself alone with a woman, and ask her if she would prefer me to hold still so she can get a better feel for the situation, oftentimes she will act "shocked" claiming nothing had happened, it must be somebody else...

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Started by the dreadful hours, July 02, 2011, 03:15:29 PM

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the dreadful hours

it was a hurtling foray into the glass ceiling where there was this fat man who was trying to keep the brothers and the sisters down because they were funny looking, smelled of clorox and peppermint and had "that crazy look in their eyes" which was probably mostly due to the fact that someone had just poored fucking clorox in their goddamn motherfucking eyes you goddamn son of a bitch