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So I asked this very cute girl in college out on a date, and wishing to lay on the romance thick, I made a picnic and drove out to the mountains. We rode for an hour and made it out into the thick of wilderness, when the car started sputtering and promptly killed over. We made a few valiant tries to jump start the car, with her pushing from behind and me from the side steering, and I could feel my popularity sinking lower and lower with each passing minute. Was only one thing left to do, and that was to start walking.
Finally we were "rescued" by some very large tobacco-chewing hairy redneck who happened by with his pickup truck. I remember thinking how surreal it was when he, half-way down the road, turned to my date and said "hey... you're purrty". Was definately the proverbial nail in the coffin for that one.
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