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So, i'm with my gf on my way to my moms to see her b4 she leave for vacation. on the way there, i see this little boy teetering on the curb, about to step into the street. now, this isn't like a side street, it's got a 35mph limit and 3 lanes. i shout, "oh, fuck!" and veer into the turn lane and b4 i can stop the car, my gf jumps out of the car like Mannix and dodges a car or 2 and scoops the little bastage up. this kid couldn't have been more than 2 or 3 years old. so i finally get the car stopped and make my way across the street, while my gf is walking towards this house she assumed was where he lived. i stopped her and said, hun, that ain't where he lives, and pointed her to the house next door, which could be on the cover of Sewer Skunk Weekly. mind you, the whole time i'm thinking to myself, someone is comin', someone had to have seen that, they must've just turned away for a second.......so we walk over the deep mudhole/tire tracks in the front lawn and past the tonka toy wreck yard and knock on the front door, like 3 fuckin' times. eventually, someone dude with a hillbilly toupe' (baseball hat) and a peach fuzz moustache answers the door. we told him what had happened and he actually looked stunned, but the wife/gf whatever you wanna call it, fuck, it was like no big deal to her. i wanted to abort both of them. i wanted to clean their house, with fire. uhhhhhhh, i can't understand how someone could be away from their baby for that long without missing them?
