Yesterday I treated my car to a little R & R. I refilled it's oil and windshield wiper fluid, I took it to the 9 dollar car wash, and I filled up the tank with gas, so that my little car would run nice and fast for me. While at the gas station however, I was whistled at by some scuzzy, gross, old man that I tried not to notice staring at me. Why do
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