We used to call girls like that "sweat hogs." We weren't PC or even nice back then ( a lo-o-o-ng time ago). But damn, she stains the seat, SHE cleans it!
Reminds me of an incident from my days as a cub reporter. This was small-town rural Montana and the sheriff, Ole Grinolds (no kidding) was a "good old boy" of the highest order (think Mayberry). Never lost an election. I was sports editor at the time so worked a lot of nights and weekends while also monitoring the police/fire scanner. So the sheriff department gets a call and report from a well known local gal of suspect virtue who had been at the bar, but when she comes out her bicycle has been stolen. An officer calls in and asks how they are to recognize or otherwise identify the stolen bicycle. Ole comes on the radio and says, "Christ, just smell the seat!" I fell out of my chair and peed my pants laughing.
I digress, but... One other time Ole apprehends some youths who have been drinking, one of them heavily. He recognizes the young man on the passenger side of the pickup cab. The door is coated in vomit. Ole opens the door, the youth tumbles into the barrow pit and continues his retching. Ole says, "Butch, if ya feel something hairy coming up your throat you'd better swallow 'cause its your *******."
Reminds me of an incident from my days as a cub reporter. This was small-town rural Montana and the sheriff, Ole Grinolds (no kidding) was a "good old boy" of the highest order (think Mayberry). Never lost an election. I was sports editor at the time so worked a lot of nights and weekends while also monitoring the police/fire scanner. So the sheriff department gets a call and report from a well known local gal of suspect virtue who had been at the bar, but when she comes out her bicycle has been stolen. An officer calls in and asks how they are to recognize or otherwise identify the stolen bicycle. Ole comes on the radio and says, "Christ, just smell the seat!" I fell out of my chair and peed my pants laughing.
I digress, but... One other time Ole apprehends some youths who have been drinking, one of them heavily. He recognizes the young man on the passenger side of the pickup cab. The door is coated in vomit. Ole opens the door, the youth tumbles into the barrow pit and continues his retching. Ole says, "Butch, if ya feel something hairy coming up your throat you'd better swallow 'cause its your *******."
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