Turn off from mankind #276:
As I'm walking down the street, a truck passes by with an adorable puppy sticking his head out the window, his floppy ears and tongue flapping in the wind. I smile. The repulsive one-toothed, overly large driver, however, thinks it's directed toward him. He pulls over to the sidewalk in front of me, stopping me in my tracks, and rests his hairy, grease-stained arm on the door. "Hey there," he says, winking his one-toothed grin toward me, "wanna go for a ride?"
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