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So, me and The Betrothed were driving down the Las Vegas Strip to get to a dark spot in a very bright town so that we could set up his parents' telescope so that we could take a gander at Mars. (That didn't work out so well, we didn't get to see everything that they said we would be able to see.... which also makes me wonder why people would want telescopes because all it really did was make tiny points of light into slightly larger points of light. Hmm.... maybe we had it backwards...)

Anyway, we notice that the car besides us is doing that quick stop, roll, quick stop, roll similar to what Betrothed does to me to make it look like my head is bobbing to the music... also to piss me off. But here's how that conversation went:

Me: Why isn't there anyone in the front seat? Why do you even do that if no one's in the front seat to piss off?

Him: Because they're fucking in the back seat.

Me: Noooo...oh... well... they're definitely kissing...

Him: Well, there goes her shirt.....yep, he's sucking on her tits. No, they're definitely fucking.

Me: (Sorta high pitched sound that someone makes when they are coming to a realization) Oh!

How can I not love this city?

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