Jillian's Crib

I had a day off today from work, thank god, work's been stressful as all hell lately due to the rise in the August tourism crowds that consume Nantucket between August 1st, and August 20th. It's become a traffic hell-hole, and biking has once again become my primary transportation. Recently I had a bunch of text-book "bros" pass me in a car screaming,
"AHAHAHA WE'RE FASTER THAN YOU, FAGGOT!".
I figured that their comments were either due to immense amounts of consumed alcohol, or the fact that I appeared to be a faggot to them. Either way, I passed them, and their truck, at a gas station, stopped, gathered myself and replied.
"Yes, but last I checked, you have to pay $100 bucks to fill up the truck you bought to make yourself feel less insecure about your miniscule penis".

They didn't really know what to say, with their upturned visors and all, but I felt slightly superior.

Jillian's was chill, we watched some TV, and she caressed my new laptop, talking about how sleek and big it was....