Dangers of the Car Date:
this hobby is tough to quit. So I'm driving along and see a tall white girl peaking out from a side street. Did a few loop arounds until the other mongers had passed on her and she was available. We agreed for 0.8 for a car date. Drove her to a dark secluded spot so she could go to work. We started of with some 39 1/2 but the bitch kept stopping to text on her phone. I had her pop out the twin, and drop her pants for some FIV action. then she starts with the complaining. Don;t do that, that hurts, I don't like that, then the final one, I need to get back to my street corner. No argument, drove her back and dumped her ass off. What a bitch, spoiled the whole mood. Now here is the important lesson for you younger mongers. After I dumped her, I did a check of the car for discarded condom wrappers, cocaine rocks, a pack of smoke or lighter that don't belong there. In this case, I found Strawberry Lip gloss. That would be a tough one to explain - WTF did this come from?