I've passed up a few hitchhikers. Regrettably, I picked up one about two or three months ago in the rain, and after driving him to a corner, (the road was made of dirt, cause we are in the south) I ended up getting stuck in a muddy ditch. Karma wise, I thought it was not a good idea to ever do it again, but I'm seeing more and more hitchhikers lately when I drive around the area I live.
I hitchhike from Montreal to Kingston and Toronto fairly frequently. It's very easily done if you look halfway presentable (think "someone I wouldn't mind having in my car for a couple hours") and have a sign.
Sadly I've never had the chance to pick up a hitchhiker. I've always wanted to have a random human encounter like that.
I've hitched a bunch.
I had a few times where it was like, okay, you're f**kin' creepy, let me off here. I didn't state the "f**kin' creepy" bit, but it was a definite factor. One old East Indian guy driving an old Mercedes sedan propositioned me for sex. Another guy picked me up on his way home from work, he was drinking coolers as he went, but he said it was cool, because they were just coolers.
I hitchhike from Montreal to Kingston and Toronto fairly frequently. It's very easily done if you look halfway presentable (think "someone I wouldn't mind having in my car for a couple hours") and have a sign.
I've hitched a bunch.here. Most of my hitching is between Ottawa and Toronto. Did a stint in Nicaragua while the taxis and buses were on strike, so I had to hitchhike everywhere. Much nicer to do so down there. People are more friendly.
I had a few times where it was like, okay, you're f**kin' creepy, let me off here. I didn't state the "f**kin' creepy" bit, but it was a definite factor. One old East Indian guy driving an old Mercedes sedan propositioned me for sex. Another guy picked me up on his way home from work, he was drinking coolers as he went, but he said it was cool, because they were just coolers.
I've hitched a bunch.
I had a few times where it was like, okay, you're f**kin' creepy, let me off here. I didn't state the "f**kin' creepy" bit, but it was a definite factor. One old East Indian guy driving an old Mercedes sedan propositioned me for sex. Another guy picked me up on his way home from work, he was drinking coolers as he went, but he said it was cool, because they were just coolers.
propositioned for gay sex or? are you a womanz?
I pick them up sometimes, if I see their car broken down, or if they just don't look threatening and I'm in no hurry (which is actually my main concern, after safety). One guy asked me if I smoked weed when I was dropping him off, I said yeah, and he gave me a gram he had on him as a thank you. Cool guy, and I actually hang out with him sometimes too.
propositioned for gay sex or? are you a womanz?
Yeah, gay sex. Another guy invited me to stay the weekend at his remote lakeside cabin to go "fishing". When I was like "... no thanks" he got really apologetic, asking if he was acting creepy, which just made it more creepy. Hitching is much more sketchy than picking people up.
when i was about 6 my family were road-tripping up and down queensland in a there-and-back trip to somewhere, probably my grandmothers.
Between towns we see a hitchhiker. A woman, maybe 24/25, very obviously a hippie. My parents being the conservative-neutrals that they are took her in the car on the way, we stopped in at her place for some reason.
filthiest place i've ever seen in my life. The pool was BLACK and mossy and looked really gross. It turned out that she and whoever the guy was that lived there with her were nudists. I remember feeling really uncomfortable (so were my parents) when he took a big naked dive and swim in that festy black pool, in their house-in-the-middle-of-the-bush
ugh
Yeah, gay sex. Another guy invited me to stay the weekend at his remote lakeside cabin to go "fishing". When I was like "... no thanks" he got really apologetic, asking if he was acting creepy, which just made it more creepy. Hitching is much more sketchy than picking people up.
Well the main thing I'm worried about is becoming a victim from one of those CSI eps. Sh*t is not cash
I'm a scrawny f**ker but I always carry a pocket knife just cause of plain usefulness, I dont think it would particularly save my life in the event of an attacker, but f**k man... The choices are either risk being the victim of a murder or helping sum1 out. And I'm like "Naaaaaaah"
My dad picked up a hitchiker near San Francisco and we drove her to a town about 45 minutes north.
She was real nice and friendly.
After we dropped her off I turned to the back seat to grab a book.
She had accidentally left behind the knife she hid under her leg the entire way.
the only hitchhiker i've seen was a homeless guy, needless to say i didn't let him in (he'd probably have stabbed me and stolen my car)
Some lady was trying to hitchhike with my dad, really begging. Got shot down.
I lol'd.
Well the main thing I'm worried about is becoming a victim from one of those CSI eps. Sh*t is not cash
I'm a scrawny f**ker but I always carry a pocket knife just cause of plain usefulness, I dont think it would particularly save my life in the event of an attacker, but f**k man... The choices are either risk being the victim of a murder or helping sum1 out. And I'm like "Naaaaaaah"
here.
Yeah, gay sex. Another guy invited me to stay the weekend at his remote lakeside cabin to go "fishing". When I was like "... no thanks" he got really apologetic, asking if he was acting creepy, which just made it more creepy. Hitching is much more sketchy than picking people up.
Yeah, I always keep my leatherman in my pocket with a hand on it in a situation like that. I'm over six foot, but I have no misconceptions about me being able to take anyone, ever.
here.
Yeah, I always keep my leatherman in my pocket with a hand on it in a situation like that. I'm over six foot, but I have no misconceptions about me being able to take anyone, ever.
but, what if GUN?!
My dad picked up a hitchiker near San Francisco and we drove her to a town about 45 minutes north.
She was real nice and friendly.
After we dropped her off I turned to the back seat to grab a book.
She had accidentally left behind the knife she hid under her leg the entire way.
Hitching is a dangerous hobby. If it was a folding knife or switchblade, that's totally understandable.
but, what if GUN?!
Then he gets behind a proxy.
I have a few hitchhiker stories, but my last one impacted me pretty substantially.
As I was driving down from Grande Prairie to Edmonton to visit family, I noticed a man in the rain hitchhiking. Now, having hitchhiked before, I know what it's like as rain pours on you and people keep driving by...it's pretty damn depressing. So I picked the fellow up.
Dude seemed like a nice guy, a bit scruffy...but then again, I'm a bit scruffy as well. He told me he wanted to head to Whitecourt, which was around another 100ish kilometers from where I was at and I was heading right that way so it wasn't a big deal. We started talking about family and such and I asked if he wanted a bite to eat at Fox Creek, as he was technically a guest in my vehicle and my parents raised me to not be a douchebag.
He said sure and we went to the Fox Creek A&W...
As we're eating he said "I'm not going to be needing a ride anymore." I asked "Well, this isn't Whitecourt." And laughed a bit...
He then said "I was going to kill you and take your truck. Thanks for the burger."
Stood up and walked out.
Needless to say I'm still a bit freaked out about that day.
does it count if i've pulled winter midnight rescues on a couple of local strangers? instances in which they weren't quite hitchhiking but they were nonetheless walking around when it was way too f**kin' cold to be walking around?
i remember two cases specifically:
- [12 degrees farenheit, 2 a.m.] two dudes who were headed to a party after buying a case of bud light. they gave me directions to the place (they were intent on walking; it wasn't very far) and when i let them out they shook my hand and offered me beer. i politely declined and felt like a better person for it.
- [6 degrees farenheit, 12:30 a.m.] a drunken, rambling fat man in his early 30s wearing nothing but a hoodie and jeans with a bloody spot on his forehead. he was heading home from a bar where his fiancee had left him for--allegedly--being too drunk. whether or not i took a serial killer to his next victim's place of residence is something i'd rather not think about. also the dude was superbly nice (mostly from the boozin') and dropped like 15 singles on my car interior's floor.
basically, both times i felt like a superior human being. there is nothing that inflates my ego more than extending a helping hand and seeing someone through. strangers are like a 5x multiplier for this. (if you're wondering, i have an in-dash temperature display in my car.)
One day I was getting fuel just after a job interview iirc. Woman comes in to store and says her car broke down and needed a short ride up the hill. Saw she had a ton of shopping.
Figured what the hell and gave her a ride. No problems whatsoever and it was near christmas.
Then as my reward, I didn't get the job or the girl I wanted. Thanks Karma.
I figure I might as well throw down some stuff that I've learned, while I'm here.
When you're hitching, don't wear black or gray, wear nice bright colours. Makes you look less threatening. Unless it's a day-glo orange jumpsuit, I guess. Keep both your hands out where they can be seen, and smile. Not a creepy psycho smile, but something that makes you look friendly, if you can manage it.
If it's raining, you've got a conundrum. I like to get out of shelter and look as wet and sorry-ass as possible, but that means some people might turn you down because they don't want your wet ass on their seats. The way I see it though, I wouldn't want a ride from those f**kers anyways. And bring some snacks, because goddamn you are going to be waiting a longass time.
I have a few hitchhiker stories, but my last one impacted me pretty substantially.
As I was driving down from Grande Prairie to Edmonton to visit family, I noticed a man in the rain hitchhiking. Now, having hitchhiked before, I know what it's like as rain pours on you and people keep driving by...it's pretty damn depressing. So I picked the fellow up.
Dude seemed like a nice guy, a bit scruffy...but then again, I'm a bit scruffy as well. He told me he wanted to head to Whitecourt, which was around another 100ish kilometers from where I was at and I was heading right that way so it wasn't a big deal. We started talking about family and such and I asked if he wanted a bite to eat at Fox Creek, as he was technically a guest in my vehicle and my parents raised me to not be a douchebag.
He said sure and we went to the Fox Creek A&W...
As we're eating he said "I'm not going to be needing a ride anymore." I asked "Well, this isn't Whitecourt." And laughed a bit...
He then said "I was going to kill you and take your truck. Thanks for the burger."
Stood up and walked out.
Needless to say I'm still a bit freaked out about that day.
Wonder if he ever did follow through.
I have a few hitchhiker stories, but my last one impacted me pretty substantially.
As I was driving down from Grande Prairie to Edmonton to visit family, I noticed a man in the rain hitchhiking. Now, having hitchhiked before, I know what it's like as rain pours on you and people keep driving by...it's pretty damn depressing. So I picked the fellow up.
Dude seemed like a nice guy, a bit scruffy...but then again, I'm a bit scruffy as well. He told me he wanted to head to Whitecourt, which was around another 100ish kilometers from where I was at and I was heading right that way so it wasn't a big deal. We started talking about family and such and I asked if he wanted a bite to eat at Fox Creek, as he was technically a guest in my vehicle and my parents raised me to not be a douchebag.
He said sure and we went to the Fox Creek A&W...
As we're eating he said "I'm not going to be needing a ride anymore." I asked "Well, this isn't Whitecourt." And laughed a bit...
He then said "I was going to kill you and take your truck. Thanks for the burger."
Stood up and walked out.
Needless to say I'm still a bit freaked out about that day.
f**ked up if true
I have a few hitchhiker stories, but my last one impacted me pretty substantially.
As I was driving down from Grande Prairie to Edmonton to visit family, I noticed a man in the rain hitchhiking. Now, having hitchhiked before, I know what it's like as rain pours on you and people keep driving by...it's pretty damn depressing. So I picked the fellow up.
Dude seemed like a nice guy, a bit scruffy...but then again, I'm a bit scruffy as well. He told me he wanted to head to Whitecourt, which was around another 100ish kilometers from where I was at and I was heading right that way so it wasn't a big deal. We started talking about family and such and I asked if he wanted a bite to eat at Fox Creek, as he was technically a guest in my vehicle and my parents raised me to not be a douchebag.
He said sure and we went to the Fox Creek A&W...
As we're eating he said "I'm not going to be needing a ride anymore." I asked "Well, this isn't Whitecourt." And laughed a bit...
He then said "I was going to kill you and take your truck. Thanks for the burger."
Stood up and walked out.
Needless to say I'm still a bit freaked out about that day.
Why were you freaked out? People suck at writing. You can't just tell us your emotions...you have to SHOW THEM.
F see me after class
One day I was getting fuel just after a job interview iirc. Woman comes in to store and says her car broke down and needed a short ride up the hill. Saw she had a ton of shopping.
Figured what the hell and gave her a ride. No problems whatsoever and it was near christmas.
Then as my reward, I didn't get the job or the girl I wanted. Thanks Karma.
maybe if you hadn't killed the dude outside of megaton before asking what he wanted...
My dad picked up a hitchiker near San Francisco and we drove her to a town about 45 minutes north.
She was real nice and friendly.
After we dropped her off I turned to the back seat to grab a book.
She had accidentally left behind the knife she hid under her leg the entire way.
Many hitchers I know carry knives on them.
Yeah, gay sex. Another guy invited me to stay the weekend at his remote lakeside cabin to go "fishing". When I was like "... no thanks" he got really apologetic, asking if he was acting creepy, which just made it more creepy. Hitching is much more sketchy than picking people up.
I've never had weird experiences like that before, but maybe I haven't been doing this long enough, just started September 2009 to save money otherwise spent on the train or bus.
Many hitchers I know carry knives on them.
I've never had weird experiences like that before, but maybe I haven't been doing this long enough, just started September 2009 to save money otherwise spent on the train or bus.
Maybe you just aren't hot enough
Yeah. Picked one up when I was heading to the east coast over spring break. Name he gave me was Steven.
Cool guy. Dropped him off in Columbus, OH.
I wonder what's more dangerous, hitchhiking or picking up hitchhikers.
I have a few hitchhiker stories, but my last one impacted me pretty substantially.
As I was driving down from Grande Prairie to Edmonton to visit family, I noticed a man in the rain hitchhiking. Now, having hitchhiked before, I know what it's like as rain pours on you and people keep driving by...it's pretty damn depressing. So I picked the fellow up.
Dude seemed like a nice guy, a bit scruffy...but then again, I'm a bit scruffy as well. He told me he wanted to head to Whitecourt, which was around another 100ish kilometers from where I was at and I was heading right that way so it wasn't a big deal. We started talking about family and such and I asked if he wanted a bite to eat at Fox Creek, as he was technically a guest in my vehicle and my parents raised me to not be a douchebag.
He said sure and we went to the Fox Creek A&W...
As we're eating he said "I'm not going to be needing a ride anymore." I asked "Well, this isn't Whitecourt." And laughed a bit...
He then said "I was going to kill you and take your truck. Thanks for the burger."
Stood up and walked out.
Needless to say I'm still a bit freaked out about that day.
That sh*t's pretty scary dude. That's why I refrain from picking up hitch hickers.
i picked up this sad looking f**ker by a crashed car in my home town, went 20 mins out of town with him and drove back.
he was an old heroin addict who had lived in india, really sad because his car had broke down. told me about his good friend who had died a couple days before, he was very sad.
halfway there he said... Better be careful david, there's maniacs around *FORMULATE EXIT PLAN! SH*T BRICKS! OH F**K* .... .... but im not a maniac son.
At the end he shook my hand and went up the drive to his friends house. I felt for that old bastard :(
Maybe you just aren't hot enough
I'm sure that's part of the problem.
I have a few hitchhiker stories, but my last one impacted me pretty substantially.
As I was driving down from Grande Prairie to Edmonton to visit family, I noticed a man in the rain hitchhiking. Now, having hitchhiked before, I know what it's like as rain pours on you and people keep driving by...it's pretty damn depressing. So I picked the fellow up.
Dude seemed like a nice guy, a bit scruffy...but then again, I'm a bit scruffy as well. He told me he wanted to head to Whitecourt, which was around another 100ish kilometers from where I was at and I was heading right that way so it wasn't a big deal. We started talking about family and such and I asked if he wanted a bite to eat at Fox Creek, as he was technically a guest in my vehicle and my parents raised me to not be a douchebag.
He said sure and we went to the Fox Creek A&W...
As we're eating he said "I'm not going to be needing a ride anymore." I asked "Well, this isn't Whitecourt." And laughed a bit...
He then said "I was going to kill you and take your truck. Thanks for the burger."
Stood up and walked out.
Needless to say I'm still a bit freaked out about that day.
Your kindness of heart changed the soul of another human being? Possibly?
i picked up this sad looking f**ker by a crashed car in my home town, went 20 mins out of town with him and drove back.
he was an old heroin addict who had lived in india, really sad because his car had broke down. told me about his good friend who had died a couple days before, he was very sad.
halfway there he said... Better be careful david, there's maniacs around *FORMULATE EXIT PLAN! SH*T BRICKS! OH F**K* .... .... but im not a maniac son.
At the end he shook my hand and went up the drive to his friends house. I felt for that old bastard :(
that's really quite upsetting to me :(
Your kindness of heart changed the soul of another human being? Possibly?
I would say the same thing. You'd be dead if you didn't buy him food
For the sake of the hitchhikers out there, I say this. I never, ever tell someone who is giving me a ride the truth. I lie partially for my own safety, and partially for kicks. Any money this guy was just having a little twisted fun. Pick up hitchhikers, folks. It's the human thing to do.
I wouldn't pick up hitchhikers in the US. I hitchhike sometimes and I always carry a gun.
In fact, I expect any sane person traveling alone in the US to carry a gun. It makes the whole safety aspect much more simple.
I picked up this hitchhiker once. It was really nervewracking in a way. I live in the desert, it was summer time well over 110 degrees. The dude was just trying to get a couple miles in the city and I was on my way to school anyway. He freaked me out at first because he just ran out into the street while I was at a red light and started knocking on the window. My first thought was this f**king guy was about to car jack me, which sucked because I was in my dad's car and had a final piece for my sculpture class in the car. I rolled down the window partially and he said that he would appreciate the ride. He had a water bottle in his hand, looked exhausted as hell, and didn't look like a dangerous guy altogether so I let him hop in.
It was a short ride but he was saying that he was from New York so he wasn't used to our heat yet and then we talked about his parents because they were art dealers or something in New York and he had come down here to move in with them.
All in all the guy was fairly cool but I can tell you that the few minutes it lasted, I had my hand on my knife the whole time and after he got out, I felt so relieved. I'm fairly competent in defending myself standing up but in the car I had that hitchhiker paranoia happening the whole time because I was not prepared to fight someone who might stab or shoot me at any moments notice while sitting in a car stuck at a traffic light.
One time I had to go to a hardware store to pick up some paint thinner for my Dad.
When I got back to my car there was this girl waiting by it who I had seen on ym way in. As I unlocked the door she approached me and asked what way I was going. I pointed in a general direction and she asked if I could take her that way.
Now, I'm as neckbearded as the rest of you, so this was a bit of a shock. In a panic I managed to wheeze out "Sure." And she got in.
About halfway there she asked for my number, I said I didn't know it, "I've never had to call my own phone" I said. After this she asked me to go down this side road and I dropped her off there, never to see her again.
I saw a lady walking down the road with a bag of groceries in her hands. I stopped and asked her where she was headed and would she like a ride? She gratefully accepts and hops into the passenger seat. She tells me that she's headed to a neighborhood I'm familiar with because one of my friends lives there. It was a little bit out of the way, but I wasn't in any hurry.
As I'm driving, she pulls out a can of RC cola and offers it to me, but I decline. As she opens it, it explodes all over my windshield. It covers her side of the windshield, and soaks my dashboard and seat and arm and everything and I am glad we are at a stoplight because goddamn that was a lot of RC cola.
Anyway, when I finally drop her off, she tries to wipe some of the drink off of the seat (she had been dabbing at it with some napkins on the way home, apologizing over and over) and finally looks at me an apologizes one more time. I tell her to have a nice day and drive off.
The leather on that seat is still discolored, haha.
One time I had to go to a hardware store to pick up some paint thinner for my Dad.
When I got back to my car there was this girl waiting by it who I had seen on ym way in. As I unlocked the door she approached me and asked what way I was going. I pointed in a general direction and she asked if I could take her that way.
Now, I'm as neckbearded as the rest of you, so this was a bit of a shock. In a panic I managed to wheeze out "Sure." And she got in.
About halfway there she asked for my number, I said I didn't know it, "I've never had to call my own phone" I said. After this she asked me to go down this side road and I dropped her off there, never to see her again.
>About halfway there she asked for my number, I said I didn't know it, "I've never had to call my own phone" I said.
Were you telling the truth, or were you lying because the situation made you nervous?
I don't know my new home phone number of a few months either, I'm thinking maybe I should start trying to remember it.
Me and 2 guys I knew were on a bit of a cross country road trip. We were in the middle of Buttf**k Nowhere, AZ. We hadn't seen another car in like half an hour. We saw this guy pulled over on the side of the road waving for us to stop about half a mile ahead, so I rolled down the window, pulled my pants down, told my buddy at the wheel to slow down, and we mooned him as we were driving by. It was like 120 degrees outside.
The look on his face was just f**king priceless.
I live in a very rural, backwoods area of New England. Western Mass., to be specific. I was going to the largest city of the area and saw some bearded Asian guy holding a sign and walking slowly alongside a dirt road. I offered him a ride since a) bearded guys are automatically cool and b) Asians don't hurt white people. I gave him a sandwich I originally made for myself but wasn't hungry and just before I let him off, he asked "What? No sex?" He then explained that hitchhiking is the only way for him to get gay hookups in this bumf**k area of the state. I promptly left him, his beard, and his blue balls on the side of the road.
I live in a very rural, backwoods area of New England. Western Mass., to be specific. I was going to the largest city of the area and saw some bearded Asian guy holding a sign and walking slowly alongside a dirt road. I offered him a ride since a) bearded guys are automatically cool and b) Asians don't hurt white people. I gave him a sandwich I originally made for myself but wasn't hungry and just before I let him off, he asked "What? No sex?" He then explained that hitchhiking is the only way for him to get gay hookups in this bumf**k area of the state. I promptly left him, his beard, and his blue balls on the side of the road.
this is an awesome story, and that guy is awesome, and holy sh*t so awesome
I picked up the drunkest guy ever on the highway. He was apparently walking into town, a good 10 miles away, trying to make it to some bar before last call.
It was pretty uneventful though, he was just really drunk and incoherent, and kept thanking me for the ride. Godspeed, wherever he is.
I have a few hitchhiker stories, but my last one impacted me pretty substantially.
As I was driving down from Grande Prairie to Edmonton to visit family, I noticed a man in the rain hitchhiking. Now, having hitchhiked before, I know what it's like as rain pours on you and people keep driving by...it's pretty damn depressing. So I picked the fellow up.
Dude seemed like a nice guy, a bit scruffy...but then again, I'm a bit scruffy as well. He told me he wanted to head to Whitecourt, which was around another 100ish kilometers from where I was at and I was heading right that way so it wasn't a big deal. We started talking about family and such and I asked if he wanted a bite to eat at Fox Creek, as he was technically a guest in my vehicle and my parents raised me to not be a douchebag.
He said sure and we went to the Fox Creek A&W...
As we're eating he said "I'm not going to be needing a ride anymore." I asked "Well, this isn't Whitecourt." And laughed a bit...
He then said "I was going to kill you and take your truck. Thanks for the burger."
Stood up and walked out.
Needless to say I'm still a bit freaked out about that day.
You see, if you're a ni**er you would have definately punched him in the face before running back to your truck.
I was driving through Texas and this pretty decent looking Mexican chick waved me over. I pull over, she just says San Antonio because she can't speak any english. I decide that it's a good opportunity to take adviceantage of somebody and so I pull my dick out.
She's a bit reluctant, but she steps in and gives me some pretty sloppy head and then she let me f**k her.
Felt pretty good to hear her crying a little bit.
I was driving through Texas and this pretty decent looking Mexican chick waved me over. I pull over, she just says San Antonio because she can't speak any english. I decide that it's a good opportunity to take adviceantage of somebody and so I pull my dick out.
She's a bit reluctant, but she steps in and gives me some pretty sloppy head and then she let me f**k her.
Felt pretty good to hear her crying a little bit.
So how far was San Antonio ?
So how far was San Antonio ?
Far enough for me to get her to eat my a**hole.
Far enough for me to get her to eat my a**hole.
That's pretty dirty. Did you bang her without a condom too?
I do as much as possible, hiked myself over the Rockies in the Northwest a few times
One of my favorite car things to do in cars
That's pretty dirty. Did you bang her without a condom too?
Hey, I don't get laid enough to warrant driving around with condoms on hand.
Hey, I don't get laid enough to warrant driving around with condoms on hand.
Wow, so you got a dirty mexican (probably fat) to lick your a**hole, blow you and f**k you without a condom.
.......
What the f**k am I reading.
In Santa Cruz, I was driving down from campus in the evening when I saw two guys trying to hitch from the base of campus, which is a couple of miles from downtown and a long walk. It happened to be April 20th that day. I roll up bumping some weird-ass Autechre song (avant-garde German electronica band) with a crazy beat. These two dudes are high as F**K, eyes bloodshot red and all giggly, and the moment they get in they start trying to rap over this wacky beat as I drive them downtown. The dude in the back can't seem to say anything other than "My rhymes are illy, I'm not from Philly," over and over again. The other dude is just laughing. They tell me to freestyle, I just say some stupid sh*t while driving and they're like doubling over with laughter like I'm George Carlin or some sh*t. I dropped them off in front of Taco Bell, per their request, and they just run in happy as clams.
Damn, I'm realizing that could have easily been a Weed Comic.
Wow, so you got a dirty mexican (probably fat) to lick your a**hole, blow you and f**k you without a condom.
.......
What the f**k am I reading.
Hey, she wasn't fat or dirty. If she was, I wouldn't have stopped.
In Santa Cruz, I was driving down from campus in the evening when I saw two guys trying to hitch from the base of campus, which is a couple of miles from downtown and a long walk. It happened to be April 20th that day. I roll up bumping some weird-ass Autechre song (avant-garde German electronica band) with a crazy beat. These two dudes are high as F**K, eyes bloodshot red and all giggly, and the moment they get in they start trying to rap over this wacky beat as I drive them downtown. The dude in the back can't seem to say anything other than "My rhymes are illy, I'm not from Philly," over and over again. The other dude is just laughing. They tell me to freestyle, I just say some stupid sh*t while driving and they're like doubling over with laughter like I'm George Carlin or some sh*t. I dropped them off in front of Taco Bell, per their request, and they just run in happy as clams.
Damn, I'm realizing that could have easily been a Weed Comic.
Oh man, I was expecting you to go on to say that you pretended to be Hitler reincarnated for his birthday.
Hey, she wasn't fat or dirty. If she was, I wouldn't have stopped.
As a matter of fact, her pu**y bled a bit when I f**ked her, so unless she was on her period, I'm pretty sure she was a virgin.
Hey, she wasn't fat or dirty. If she was, I wouldn't have stopped.
Did you blow your load in her? Did she shallow?
Do you pick up hitchhikers?
absolutely not
Do you have any hitchhiking stories?
I don't see many hitchhikers in the US, but in canada I saw a ton of them when I was driving around in rural or sparsely populated areas.
Also, I guess I have technically hitchhiked once, I was walking to a college football game with my dad and we were about 2 miles from the stadium, there was a bunch of others walking towards the stadium too but some guy stopped and offered us a ride (we didn't have thumbs up or anything), he was young and had campus parking stickers and it was broad daylight and there were cars and people everywhere, I still feel somewhat uneasy about doing it though, had I just been by myself or with a friend I would have turned him down but my dad seemed to be up for it so I just went along with it.
tl:dr f**k hitchhiking or picking up hitchhikers, not worth the risk
it seems like hitchhiking seems to result in a lot of sexual encounters, judging by this thread
As a matter of fact, her pu**y bled a bit when I f**ked her, so unless she was on her period, I'm pretty sure she was a virgin.
Man that is hot ... did you get yourself checked after you f**ked her?
Man that is hot ... did you get yourself checked after you f**ked her?
Did you blow your load in her? Did she shallow?
Yes, I'm clean, and yes, I came in her.
Yes, I'm clean, and yes, I came in her.
Uh... when did this happen?
Do you pick up hitchhikers?
absolutely not
Do you have any hitchhiking stories?
I don't see many hitchhikers in the US, but in canada I saw a ton of them when I was driving around in rural or sparsely populated areas.
Also, I guess I have technically hitchhiked once, I was walking to a college football game with my dad and we were about 2 miles from the stadium, there was a bunch of others walking towards the stadium too but some guy stopped and offered us a ride (we didn't have thumbs up or anything), he was young and had campus parking stickers and it was broad daylight and there were cars and people everywhere, I still feel somewhat uneasy about doing it though, had I just been by myself or with a friend I would have turned him down but my dad seemed to be up for it so I just went along with it.
tl:dr f**k hitchhiking or picking up hitchhikers, not worth the risk
>I had a successful hitchiking experience, met a nice college kid, saved myself a two hour walk in the hot sun.
>F**k hitchiking, not worth it ever.
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Man that is hot ... did you get yourself checked after you f**ked her?
It's one of the rules of the road. If somebody needs a ride bad enough, they'd be willing to do just about anything to get it.
That's why I go down towards El Paso sometimes when I feel like getting laid. You would really be surprised at some of the stuff people will do for you when they're desperate enough.
Hell, this one time, I convinced this guy to make his kids watch while I f**ked his wife.
Uh... when did this happen?
Couple months ago.
It's one of the rules of the road. If somebody needs a ride bad enough, they'd be willing to do just about anything to get it.
That's why I go down towards El Paso sometimes when I feel like getting laid. You would really be surprised at some of the stuff people will do for you when they're desperate enough.
Hell, this one time, I convinced this guy to make his kids watch while I f**ked his wife.
f**king liar
if that is true though, you are the most badass motherf**ker ever
f**king liar
if that is true though, you are the most badass motherf**ker ever
If you ever feel like giving it a try, it's really f**king easy. Just be sure to bring a gun and have it within easy reach.
Whipping out your cock is like the universal sign for them.
It's one of the rules of the road. If somebody needs a ride bad enough, they'd be willing to do just about anything to get it.
That's why I go down towards El Paso sometimes when I feel like getting laid. You would really be surprised at some of the stuff people will do for you when they're desperate enough.
Hell, this one time, I convinced this guy to make his kids watch while I f**ked his wife.
I can feel your smirk through your words on my screen.
Makin' sh*t up just for kicks.
I can feel your smirk through your words on my screen.
Makin' sh*t up just for kicks.
If its true:
He's a douche.
If its false:
He's a douche.
This is like a major breakthrough folks. I think I just discovered objective truth.
I can feel your smirk through your words on my screen.
Makin' sh*t up just for kicks.
Finding it hard to believe that there are people out there who can't get their dicks up to the same sh*t you normalf**s get off to?
eh, most of the hitchers i seem to give rides to are just bummed out boring people. then again i did give a guy an 850 mile long ride once. dude just wanted out of kentucky and into iowa/illinois i guess
eh, most of the hitchers i seem to give rides to are just bummed out boring people. then again i did give a guy an 850 mile long ride once. dude just wanted out of kentucky and into iowa/illinois i guess
Did you make a new friend at least?
>About halfway there she asked for my number, I said I didn't know it, "I've never had to call my own phone" I said.
Were you telling the truth, or were you lying because the situation made you nervous?
I don't know my new home phone number of a few months either, I'm thinking maybe I should start trying to remember it.
I said it out of nervousness I guess, I knew it perfectly.
I can't read the question because that picture is really freaking me out.
Regrettably, not picking up hitchhikers falls into the same category as giving money to homeless people: some of these people are insane killers, so to avoid an unpleasant situation I never do either.
Sh*tsux for those who are decent folks.
eh, most of the hitchers i seem to give rides to are just bummed out boring people. then again i did give a guy an 850 mile long ride once. dude just wanted out of kentucky and into iowa/illinois i guess
He was totally running away from something.
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Picked up one at a gas station because she said she just wanted to go to the grocery store, which was a couple miles down the road, and on the way home. Just some lady who looks like she'd be one of your mom's friends. So we get in the car...
Her: How's the wife?
Me: Uhh, she's fine.
Her: That's good. Yeah, I just need to go to the police office.
Me: Huh? What about the grocery store?
Her: I'm sorry about my hair.
Me: It's no problem. Really.
Her: That's good.
...
Her: You got any change?
Me: (Dammit, a bum) No, I don't.
Her: You sure? I'll give you this pu**y.
Me: What the f**k?
LONGEST RED LIGHT EVER.
Her: I'll f**k you. What's the matter, you don't like pu**y?
Me: Goddammit, what the hell is wrong with you?
Her: I'll suck yo dick.
Me: Get the f**k out of my car!
Never picking up hitchhikers again.
I picked up and drove some euro hippies from slo to pismo once. Dutch, I think. They were cool and grateful. There was 3 of them so I had two lay down in the bed of my single cab pickup, they didn't mind.
When I was like 6 and lived in South Africa, my gran stopped to ask for directions. The man (who was black) pretty much forced his way into the car to give us direction as we drove.
I guess he wanted a free lift while he was at it. But that was scary as f**k. Somwhat related I guess.
I only met one and didn't pick him up. No offense but he was in the zone where chinese people get picked up to go to their slavery work.
100meters after I see a 50k euro worth vehicle at the side of the road. I hope I didn't get the man robbed.
anymore?
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