The Isolated Blurt Thread XXXVIII: Suffering Sappho!

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What do you say when you are in a parking lot and someone opens their car door, right into your car? Bang.
Rude.
 
kick it back when they put a leg out and tell them to fuck off

That would be the husband.

She was a large woman and needed the space. But she didn't do it with ease. Banged right into my car without a care.
I will be polite and refrain from what I would really like to say.
 
That would be the husband.

She was a large woman and needed the space. But she didn't do it with ease. Banged right into my car without a care.
I will be polite and refrain from what I would really like to say.

If she needs that much room she should park where she has it, but then that would likely be far away and she would have to walk a bit and if she walked she wouldn't be in the shape she's in and would be able to park closer but wouldn't because she doesn't mind walking...I suggest you park far a way and walk a bit and leave more room for the oversizes so you don't get your car wrecked...plus, kick her door in
 
If she needs that much room she should park where she has it, but then that would likely be far away and she would have to walk a bit and if she walked she wouldn't be in the shape she's in and would be able to park closer but wouldn't because she doesn't mind walking...I suggest you park far a way and walk a bit and leave more room for the oversizes so you don't get your car wrecked...plus, kick her door in

Indeed. Or park between two nice cars. This is why I don't take the nice cars, when I am working.
Ignorant people, shopping carriages.
 
What do you say when you are in a parking lot and someone opens their car door, right into your car? Bang.
Rude.



The first thing I'd do is check to see if the asshole did any damage (and there wouldn't be anything subtle about the fact that I was doing exactly that).

Whether I'd proceed to saying something would depend on that inspection.


 
So the Filipino hottie has a bra and lingerie shop on the outskirts of town. Stop by with friend after hike Friday night, 5 mins before closing. It's a fucking porn shop! Walked right into Lelo vibes and phelia's clit vibe lining the shelves. Laughed my ass off because the woman I was with was not who I'd go toy shopping with for sure.

Little hottie doesn't work there, only named after her while the gross husband runs the joint. I'll have to tell her to get some toy right off her shelf to help with that cumming prob.

Didn't even make it to the bras upstairs by closing.
 
So the Filipino hottie has a bra and lingerie shop on the outskirts of town. Stop by with friend after hike Friday night, 5 mins before closing. It's a fucking porn shop! Walked right into Lelo vibes and phelia's clit vibe lining the shelves. Laughed my ass off because the woman I was with was not who I'd go toy shopping with for sure.

Little hottie doesn't work there, only named after her while the gross husband runs the joint. I'll have to tell her to get some toy right off her shelf to help with that cumming prob.

Didn't even make it to the bras upstairs by closing.

In the alternative, consider urging the Filipino hottie to vacation in Sunny AZ.

These stories are great.

I can't remember the posters name but it seems like she used to write about what would go on in her apartment complex. I vaguely remember that one of her neighbor she referred to as crackhead Kathy. She had little names for everyone in her apartment complex. I might be thinking of a blogger.
 
In the alternative, consider urging the Filipino hottie to vacation in Sunny AZ.

These stories are great.

I can't remember the posters name but it seems like she used to write about what would go on in her apartment complex. I vaguely remember that one of her neighbor she referred to as crackhead Kathy. She had little names for everyone in her apartment complex. I might be thinking of a blogger.

Funk?

I like this one. Maybe it is her naïveté and that she thought me approachable.
 
So the Filipino hottie has a bra and lingerie shop on the outskirts of town. Stop by with friend after hike Friday night, 5 mins before closing. It's a fucking porn shop! Walked right into Lelo vibes and phelia's clit vibe lining the shelves. Laughed my ass off because the woman I was with was not who I'd go toy shopping with for sure.

Little hottie doesn't work there, only named after her while the gross husband runs the joint. I'll have to tell her to get some toy right off her shelf to help with that cumming prob.

Didn't even make it to the bras upstairs by closing.


I'm really lost now
 
I think my first minimum wage was $3.05.

Edit: I was wrong. $3.35.


I distinctly recall my first job (which began on the birthday when it first became legal for me to be employed).

I was employed at the grand rate of $1.60 per hour. My first paystub (which I still have) shows a munificent total of $64.00.






 
I'm really lost now

The map starts in the previous blurt thread a couple weeks ago.

This is worth a whole thread.

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=581239



I distinctly recall my first job (which began on the birthday when it first became legal for me to be employed).

I was employed at the grand rate of $1.60 per hour. My first paystub (which I still have) shows a munificent total of $64.00.







Pfft....youngster.

Minimum wage when I entered the job market was $1.65, but my first job was for a whopping $2.00 an hour. :cool:

So you're the same ageish?

First job was at Taco Hell. In Sacramento. Fuck that poly uniform was hot. I could never wash the bean smell out of it.
 
First job was at Taco Hell. In Sacramento. Fuck that poly uniform was hot. I could never wash the bean smell out of it.



During high school I worked at Burger King for about 2 months. A couple nights during the school week, but mostly weekends and usually the closing shift where the grease hoods and fat fryers were pulled apart and cleaned, or the earlier-than-the-crack-of-dawn shift, where I assembled that disgusting salad bar with the cottage cheese, baby corns, and beets in bowls, between sad fronds of wilting kale.

That polyester uniform reeked terribly of onions, grease, and fried meat so bad, my mother would not permit me to launder it with any other clothes.
When I had quit, I offered to bring the uniform in the next day, after washing it. I still remember the manager's words: "Don't bother. Just burn it."
 
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