Many moons ago I was crashing on the couch at a friend of a friend's. One of the guys who lived there (he was about 30) stumbles through the room dragging a drunk cheerleader (with big pom-poms).
C'mon, baby. We don't have much time.
Te he! *hic*
They rattled the walls in the next room for about 30 minutes. Then they stuffed themselves back into what few cloths they had bothered to remove and he chucked her out the back door.
Halftime must be over. You better get back.
Sure thing! See you tomorrow? Te he! *moan*
Hey, Spankster! Wake up and blow some weed with me! Wrestling is on! *click*
Should I be disgusted or ask him how he gets away with that?
