Vindicated;

while sitting at a traffic light

Becca: Oh my god, George, I think she was checking you out.

Me: Who? The ghetto black chick in that car?

Becca: Yeah, she even removed her sun glasses to look at you.

Me: I’m good. I don’t like chocolate.

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