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How old are you
your gun has to be packed with gun powder to get your ball off |
So you're afraid there might be sweat or a smell when she goes down there but not what a mouth full of ****ing gold bond tastes like?
Rausch: Nah, it's cool Red. You go tear up the dance floor. I'll sit here with Mrs. Insecure and play the proper wingman. Have fun. Red: Nice. Later. Rausch: You want a drink? Yeah, it's cool. They'll be all sweaty and ****ing disgusting in 30 minutes anyway. We'll need the liquor just to sit next to them. Hell, I wanna' smoke anyway. Let's go outside on the deck where you can hear yourself think. Red:*impressing chick on floor with r0x0r dance skillz. Covered in sweat.* Rausch: Is drunking up chick's friend who is nice and cool outside, won't have trouble staying awake later 'cause she's not fall down tired after dancing 3 hours, and won't feel like heading straight home to take a shower before being touched. Chick friend is also likely drinking more due to just sitting there and not dancing. I don't know how many times I've seen Vinnie Bobarino tear up the floor and impress 3 or 4 girls, get all their numbers, but leave alone that night because the girls were all sweaty and felt uncomfortable. Meanwhile, the time you spent BS'ing one gal and getting to know her looks even better after her x3 drinks. Plus, she's not a sticky mess that smells like Chewbacca's ass. |
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No problem w/ a fairy-tale here, but;
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anybody can tell a story and dress it up. First of all I don't dance, I go to nice air conditioned restaurants WITH a bar. Secondly, I usually don't get a hummer on the first night anyhow, But should the stars like up one night, I wan't to be sure I have a light absorbtion, scent factor other than that of some salty balls. Especially during the interim (er, foreplay)
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I do like to flip people $#it though...:evil: |
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five days? did you pay for the full hour?
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nothing yet. No rush, actually. |
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I had to be a wingman about a year ago to occupy the wordy friend while my buddy did his work at a party. She was hot, real hot, but the whole time I kept having this Scrubs-like daydream where I choked her out with piano wire and managed to get to the point where I was thinking of where to stash the body. I lucked out and she left with an ex about an hour later, after hundreds of "yeps" and "uh-huh's." |
Police Chief Grady: I'm sorry about the delousing. Just standard procedure.
Farva: It's powdered sugar. Police Chief Grady: The lice hate the sugar. So, anyways... Farva: It's delicious. |
It may be odd but; I may be creating an "I married my ex-wife" thread.
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