I'm walking from the store and I stop near the intersection, then I cross over halfway and a bald man in his 40s stops next to me in a black car and barks at me, "The car doesn't fuck, it crushes."

IF I COULD TAKE A PICTURE OF HIS LICENSE PLATE OF CAR, I WOULD CLEAN HIS FUCKER SO THAT HE WOULDN'T HAVE A BAD IDEA ABOUT GIRLS.!!!!!!!!