I’ve actually used this line. The “stop” part, that is.
One time, when I was much younger, this guy kept hitting on me and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was pretty creepy. He just kept pressuring and pushing me and I was getting kind of scared. He never threatened me or anything like that, but with some guys you just never know.
Finally, after like the 50th time he asked for my phone number, I gave in and gave him the number …
To the local funeral home.
Sometimes, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
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