Matt
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I was supposed to go, but got sidetracked at the truck stop off I-84, exit 13. Men's room. 3rd stall. Explosive mud butt and intense horking. Yet from one stall over came the slap of loafers hitting the tile. A hand then appeared from under the stall, forming an '0' with thumb and pointer. Another hand then snaked into view, erect middle finger penetrating the hole. Was I being solicited for bathroom sex? Terror and confusion ensued. Temporary paralysis. Loud noises. Woke up in Montana with a splitting headache and unexplained sense of shame.
Big Rod Blagojevich?
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