Dear man on the street,

I have to hand it to you, when I spied you from my car in this morning’s traffic jam, you looked pretty normal at first glance.  Once I noticed the Velcro shoes and the Members Only jacket I admit I became a bit more intrigued.  Now, I would apologize for staring as it is impolite, but openly fondling yourself while waiting for a bus is far more rude than staring.  Your “O” face has haunted me all morning, you sick fuck.

Keep your pecker in your pants!

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