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I placed them on the front seat of the car and headed back home.
I stopped at the service station where a drop-dead gorgeous, almost blonde was filling up her car at the next pump.
It was very warm and she was wearing tight shorts and a light top which was wide open.
She glanced at the beer, bent over and knocked on my passenger window.
With her bra-less breasts almost falling out of her skimpy top she said, in a s*xy voice,
“I'm a big believer in barter, old fellow, would you be interested in trading s*x for beer?"
I thought for a few seconds and asked, "What kind a beer you got?"
No Offense to Women, Men, Children, Seniors, Beer Drinkers, Gas Stations, or Anyone Else
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