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| Hey baby, you ready for our date, I made sure that I had cash, that way we can go see a movie, then a high class dinner at Sizzler. | |
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| Um, no. You simply won't do at all. You're like... you're an ugly dweeb | |
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| Hey, after the game, whadaya say you and me go back to my mom's place and, you know, do the horizontal mambo | |
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| Why? Why does the cosmos fuck with me this badly? | |
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| Holy shit! No line! Oh, don't be afraid, but I'm the goddess of beautiful things. I'll grab my stuff... wanna come in? | |
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| Goddess 'eh? Meh, sure, go get dressed. I'll wait on your couch. | |
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