this one time i decapitated a prostitute with a buck knife and then stashed her used up body in my trunk. I was really careful to clean up all the blood and icky, from the McDonalds bathroom where the magic happened all the way out to my car. the wasn't a speck of gore anywhere.
So i'm driving home and this cop pulls me over, i'm like what the hell? he strides up to the side of my car and without even looking at me, he says, "you know you got a tail light out?" He shines the flashlight into my Corvair to check if i'm wearing a seatbelt. In my peripheral I notice that he is suddenly very still and quiet. I look up at him as he pulls his gaze up to look at me, our eyes lock.
oops, I'm still wearing the whore's panties. now that's what I call a sticky situation.
You mean those kinds of smooth moves?
