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I’ve never made out in a car before, and can’t imagine how you would. Not to mention a car has windows, and I don’t care for others to catch me in the act.
In fifth grade, my best friend Chris and I used to take the bus home together, and it was always hot, loud, and packed. You remember those ’80s big yellow buses with the big, green rubbery seats. No tinted windows. No air conditioners. And a rusted back “emergency” door. And we used to call it the Hell Hole Bus. We even had a whole song about it, that sounded like some chipper TV jingle.
I was watching “The Real Housewives of New York City” the other night at around 11:00 pm, and Bethenny-the hot, witty chef–was getting dating advice from all the other woman, and then the camera went to a snippet of her going, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. It’s not like I’ve never been on a date before. I have dated men, here. I mean, what am I? Shrek?” I laughed so hard I had to cover my face with the pillow.
