Almost two years ago, me and the whore-exgirlfriend decided to go for a drive. Actually, that's what we did almost everytime we hung out: drive around the big city and talk 'til about three in the morning. And to be fair, she wasn't a whore, or a girlfriend at the time.

After about three hours or so of driving around, we decide to go visit East Hall, which apparently had a good make-out point just outside the parking lot.

Naturally, I was feelin' a little horny, so I agreed, thinking it would finally lead to some action.

Things were starting to get pretty heated, up there on that hill. The view was amazing, with a perfect line of sight right into the heart of the city. The view inside wasn't too bad either.

She put her seat back, and our kisses began to get faster and more passionate as my hands explored her curves.

I began to hear a thumping sound. I had no idea at all what it could be. Just a constant, thudding, then a loud pop. Needless to say, this put quite the damper on our evening activities.

We slowed to a stop, and both began to look around. I couldn't see anything untill a glimpse of movement in the side mirror caught my eye.

Here's the part that no one believes me on. I don't blame them, I think I would have problems believing it myself, if someone else told me. You see, the metal on the door frame, on the three-inch part that holds the side of the window in, was bending and buckling. Somehow, the three inch section was being pushed in about an inch, and then popping back out, creating the popping and thumping sound.

Naturally, we both started flippin shit, to be frank, and high-tailed it outta there. Almost immediately as we turned back into the parking lot, a police car pulled in and began to follow us. It was pretty evident that the cop was coming to cock-block me.

Yep, that's my story of my Guardian Angel that keeps me from getting cock-blocked.  

What a guy.