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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 Duchess of Doom, June 07, 2005, 11:26:19 PM

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Irreverend Hugh, KSC

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June 11, 2005, 11:13:30 AM
I smacked the yuppie bastard with the barstool.

I left the bar.

End of story.
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"
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