it was 1997, I was a college freshman, and we were doing what most college freshman do on a friday night in the dead of a Boston winter.....getting drunk of cheap liquor in a dorm room. it was close to midnight, and three girls and I went outside for a quick cigarette and a bit of fresh air. funny how that works, i know. anyway, we're standing on the corner of beacon street near where the highway lets out in the center of the city. a jeep wrangler comes tearing around the corner, and all four of us turn our attention to the middle-aged frat boy half-leaning out of the passenger window. and then, it happened.
"heyyyyyyy baaaaby........can I get a piece of that pussy pot pie?"
and it hung, just like that, in the cold boston air, echoing off the snow covered trees, ringing in our half-drunk ears. jaws dropped, everyone unsure of what to say. on cue, cigarettes dropped to the sidewalk, hands raced for warm pockets, and four girls with frozen smiles walked silently back into the dorm, still in awe at what they had just witnessed. the worst pickup line in history.
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someday i will publish that story. consider it copyrighted.
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