I present to you: The final paragraph of the last story from Tales from the Driver’s Side.
Looking back, I would have to classify this ride as “confusing.” There is the part of me that thinks it was just another ride that has had a few too many and getting flirty. There’s also another part of me that’s humming that song from An American Tail “There are no cats in America.” But there is another part of me that thinks it was all just an elaborate joke. I think I got trolled. I think she was just playing “let’s fuck with the driver” because if you seriously wanted to do something such as she did, you wouldn’t stay on the phone and squander your whole chance. As soon as the idea took a hold of your brain, you’d tell your little friend “I gotta go, I’m gonna take a shot in the mouth. I’ll call you back after I swallow this hot load.” Then, you’d take out a hair tie, put that shit up, and slob on that thing like you all life on this planet has been wiped out and this 3.7mL of seminal fluid is your last chance for survival. The only thing more embarrassing than that description is the fact that “what’s the average volume of a human male ejaculation” is now in my browser history.