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I Sure Hope So!

Loud man in fa­tigues: Wow! Y’all look like Char­lie’s An­gels. I did­n’t re­al­ize how beau­ti­ful you are.
Girl #1: Oh, thanks.
Loud man in fa­tigues: Wow! You have beau­ti­ful feet! Can I suck a toe-jam?
Girl #1: Um­mm, no, thank you.
Girl #2, whis­per­ing: What’s a toe-jam? Is it some­thing re­al­ly gross and in­ap­pro­pri­ate?

Wash­ing­ton, DC

I’d Wish for World Peace, but I’m Bor­ing

Col­lege girl #1: You know that Make-a-Wish Foun­da­tion? I won­der what I would wish for if I was giv­en the chance.
Col­lege girl #2: My wish would be for some­one to make a cake in the shape of my body… with my face on it… And that the Spice Girls would come and help me eat it.
Col­lege girl #1: Oooh, that’s a good wish.


Wait, an Out­line, or Sol­id Shad­ed?

Girl: I bet he would.
Friend: No, he would­n’t.
Girl: I’ll call him now. [Di­als] Hey, hon­ey. Quick ques­tion: if I had a tat­too of a dick on the in­side of my thigh about half an inch away from my pussy, would you lick it? [Pause] No. I said ‘if’… Well, no, I’m not say­ing it’s to­tal­ly out of the ques­tion… Fine. We’ll talk about it when I get home. [To friend] See? I told you he would!

Bus stop
Chica­go, Illi­nois

Over­heard by: Dana

I Know — I’m Go­ing to Mar­ry That Man

Girl in stall #1: So, how did last night go?
Girl in stall #2: It was al­right, I guess…
Girl in stall #1: What hap­pened?
Girl in stall #2: He had hands like a fuck­ing go­ril­la. He man­gled my vagi­na.
Girl in stall #1: … Oh my god.

Pen­saco­la, Flori­da

Over­heard by: That sounds aw­ful…