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Eh...one on the left, maybe, if I was about ten beers into the evening. No, probably not even then. Her bone structure is not very good, and she's carrying a little too much body fat. The one on the right...not so much. Too hippy, without the accompanying large breasts to give the hippiness a sense of proportion and symmetry. As well, she's a little too soft looking. Also, the over-bleached hair with the dark ends is just plain tragic. Neither one is all that pretty. Seriously. They might be nice people and stand up citizens, but I don't think that they are worthy of being posted on the internet as uber-hotts. Sorry, and if that's the best that you can do in terms of "bragging" about the hotts you can pull, it's not really that good.
But I imagine that to you, as a person meandering about a social setting that doesn't include a pool or beach with no shirt on (so very classy), drunk, with a squished looking head (I am reticent to criticize, as your personal appearance is no fault of your own - genetics give you what you are, it's not your fault if you have a shrunken head), that these ladies represent quite the score.
I am actually more concerned about the bike. Where's the bike? You said that chicks dig a guy with a bike. Where is it? What is it? Is it a mountain bike? A road racing bike? Did you mean motorcycle? Or are you scoring the two 6's (who are better than the other three 3's in attendancefor a grand total of five woman at the event) at the Sierra Club kegger by rolling up on your electric powered scooter? Let's have some verifying proof that it was the bike you rolled up on that brought these maidens of mediocrity away from their flower garden on the back wall to your borderline scrawny virility.
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