"I was out at happy hour with my usual Friday happy hour crew and for the first time in a long time I actually tried to pace myself for the night. It worked up until the point where I kept asking my buddy who was the bartender to just start making me whatever he felt like. It was at that point were I was pretty twisted and left with another Friday happy hour regular. I had made it back in the area of where I live and then I ran into this girl. She then gave me an oil change in the pizzeria/cab and many people were watching. It was a no brainer when I ran into her, I'm just glad I made it home."
Calling it an oil change, classic. I'm not too sure exactly what an oil change is but I'm assuming it involved her cranking your shit somewhere that people could spectate and talk about what a classy lady she is. As my mentor Ron Jeremy always told me, it doesn't matter where you're getting the handjob, as long as you're getting the handjob.
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