Come On In! Get The Fuck Out!
More funny / amazing than informative. Cruised down Fig late night in the hope of finding something appealing. Passed several overweight BSW and a few super skinny ones before noticing one that seemed just about right. U-Turn, pull up and pick up. But during the quick window banter before she got into the car, I didn't notice anything strange. When she gets in I don't notice anything strange either. It was only after we find a place to park, business taken care of and she begins to put in work do I discover that something is wrong. I'm suddenly bombarded with every foul odor known to man. And it's coming directly from her wig / hair, which is now directly underneath my nose. If it was coming from her body then I would've smelled it when she got in. Nope. It's the hairpiece. I gag then try to hold my breath, turn away and try to find my nose a nice "funk free" safety zone. But the stench was overwhelming. I suddenly say "hey, that's enough" and tell her to depart the vehicle. She has a puzzled look on her face and goes "you sure? You're not finished yet." I repeat my request then she just shrugs and leaves the car. Before pulling off I take a mental picture of her face and figure. No way am I repeating with the Queen of Stankonia again.