hey man, i'm scouting out a guy who can work long hours a day providing feedback on my swimsuit models' outfits. don't worry, you'll get paid gratituously.
dude, you've gotta be kidding me! pinch me, i must be dreaming!
I BET YOU GIVE GREAT HEAD, DON'T YOU YOU LITTLE WHORE?! SHIT! YES! I WANT YOUR HOT, TIGHT LITTLE CUNT! I WANNA FUCK YOU AND MAKE YOU SCREAM! OH SHIT YES BABY!
dude, just what the fuck are you wanking to so loudly in here?
I BET YOU GIVE GREAT HEAD, DON'T YOU YOU LITTLE WHORE?! SHIT! YES! I WANT YOUR HOT, TIGHT LITTLE CUNT! I WANNA FUCK YOU AND MAKE YOU SCREAM! OH SHIT YES BABY!
dude, just what the fuck are you wanking to so loudly in here?
look, he may be shallow, ugly, with a horrible personality and bad body odor. not to mention he's a huge womanizer and a total jerk. but behind all that-
on second thought, i'm going to break up with him after all.
MY ENTIRE WORLD IS CRUMBLING AROUND MY EARS, that's what! my sweet job of looking at babes all day is in jeopardy! now i have to look at FAT PEOPLE, due to a lame ass promotion!
it's obvious what your problem is, and the solution is even more obvious. you've gotta get a DEmotion.
a DEmotion? how do you propose i do that?
you're fired. and might i add that i always figured you had better taste than groping a bunch of obese people. guess i was wrong about you.
dude, why are you so mad about your sister getting married? she's your fucking sister, man. you'd have to be some kind of sick fuck to lust after your sister as much as you do!
hey man, it's like my uncle always said: "everything is secondary to matters of the heart."
yep, my uncle is one smart man. i could sure use his advice right now.
so talk to him! do you know when he's getting out of prison for seducing that 7 year old?
can't man. there's no good job opportunities for guys who never finished high school. if i hadn't failed that final essay, things would be different...
*flashback*
timmy, are you aware that the word "sex" appears in your essay 433 times?
well, i DID write my essay on sexually transmitted disease, after all. the word "sex" is to be expected in an essay on that.
this is history class. your topic was the korean war.
*click* dude, bring 100 bucks down to the police station and bail me out!
bail you out? jesus timmy, what the fuck did you do now?
well, i was hanging out at the mall and i saw this really cute girl at the bookstore reading a magazine. i started contemplating ways to get her attention.
uh huh.
so i said to myself: "hey, as long as i've got this rifle with with me, why not fire a few shots into the air and see if i can impress her? what could possibly happen?"
it's my new husband...he's been abusing me! *sob* it's awful, when i don't put out for him he takes it by force! i-i've got bruises and cigarrette burns all over my body from-
can you talk a little slower and enunciate a little more? i really doubt my tape recorder is getting all this.