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One girl I met in a club asked me to cheer for her and then proceded to take part in a wet t-shirt competition.
She won.
I'd mentioned that I'd driven to the club.
When she came back and said if I liked I could have her in back of my car. Sometimes being the designated driver does have its perks.
Told my friends they'd just have to get a taxi as I was off to get busy.
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