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| *BUUURP* You know there, sparky, I took you out for beers and a show. Where's my fuckin show? | |
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| Well, it was an hour away from showtime. I figured the show would last an hour, and I didn't want to stay out that late. And my name's not sparky...it's Rusty. | |
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| Yeah, I bet it IS rusty. You probably haven't oiled it in years. Every girl in the club wanted to sit on your lap and you wanted to leave after one beer? | |
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| I....I'm just saying... You could have taken a cab if you wanted to stay later. | |
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| How the fuck am I supposed to get any pictures of you with your head in a stripper's ass if you take off before the show starts? | |
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| Kiss my ass. You're going on the naughty list. | |
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