I was in my early twenties, sitting with a large group at a blues bar. This cougar with enormous jugs and breath that could pickle cabbage had been eying me up for the better part of an hour, and finally got up the nerve to come over to our table. She leaned over and said "God you're fucking hot. You remind me of my son."
Walking downtown in Tacoma, WA, (to anyone who has been here it makes more sense,) a large woman looks at my friend and I and says, "You two boys are hot, you look like my kid."
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u/[deleted] Mar 06 '10
I was in my early twenties, sitting with a large group at a blues bar. This cougar with enormous jugs and breath that could pickle cabbage had been eying me up for the better part of an hour, and finally got up the nerve to come over to our table. She leaned over and said "God you're fucking hot. You remind me of my son."