Story Submitted by Mila:

I was working in a sports bar in college when I met Stan.  He was very nice and didn't seem to drink much.  He confessed that he liked me and one night, he asked me if I wanted to hang out with him and his friends over cards and barbecue.  I was starting to like him, so I told him that I'd meet him at his friend's house after my shift ended.

As promised, I went to his friend's house.  Surprisingly, Stan wasn't there.  I didn't ask about him, though, as I didn't want to seem desperate because I was starting to like him.

A couple of hours later, someone got a phone call and said that Stan needed a ride.  One of his friends and I volunteered to go.  I wanted to see him, and I was also the only sober one, so I drove.

We met him on the other side of town in a Burger King parking lot.  He sprinted to my car, jumped in the back seat, and yelled, "Go, go, go!"

He reeked of alcohol.  He turned to his friend and said, "Oh, man, you should have seen this bitch, she was so fucking fat!  I was fucking her and I accidentally put it in her ass and she puked then passed out so I fucking bolted! Holy shit, man! Holy shit!"

He then turned to me and asked, "Who are you?"  I didn't reply.  He leaned in closer to me, said, "Oh, shit," and didn't speak for the rest of the car ride.  He never came into the bar after that, and I never saw him again.

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