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On my walk home, I ended up behind some walking woman. Despite the fact that I was 30 or 40 feet behind her, she kept glancing nervously over her shoulder at me, and then at a corner abruptly changed direction.
Okay, first off, lady, if I was going to rape someone, it would be someone with a better figure than you. No offense. And second, could you not tell that I was wearing my Pro Football Hall of Fame t-shirt? I'm not going to rape someone in that t-shirt. It's one of my favorite t-shirts and if your ripped it during your terrified struggle underneath me or if it got mace stains, it'd be really hard to replace.
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