I have yet to have anyone that [bleep] with me come back when I invited them.
Maybe you should try a breath freshening toothpaste, and get the genital warts burned off.
Wouldn't matter, the guy would still be scared sh*tless, thinking to himself "that's bad-ass bicyclist back there, no telling what he's capable of. Plus, I bet he's got a big hairy posse."
