Well, you know how Allen keeps buying stuff for his "girlfriends"?
Yeah...what about it?
Well, the good news is, Allen managed to impress Kristen. The bad news is, he's the guy who bought Michael Jackson's body. The worst news is, it's on your bed.
Well, Kristen was busy, so she gave me permission to see if I could get laid. So I read some personal ads and ran across this one girl who said she looked like a famous video game character.
So, what's wrong with that?
The way she said it, I expected Lara Croft. Instead, I got Nemesis from Resident Evil.
I want a real man, you know? One that doesn't care about people, one that doesn't give me a lot of bullshit about sex on the first date, one that eats what he wants and doesn't worry about calories.
Are we talking about Twan when he's drunk?
No, Twan just turns into a bigger dipshit when he's drunk.
Babe, as much as I enjoy making out with you, I'm worried about Josh and Allen.
Ugh...Don't stop.
I know, I'll call Markovitch. Maybe he'll know what's going on.
Shit...you know how helpful he is.
NO, GODDAMNIT, THEY AIN'T HERE! NOW GET THE FUCK OFF THE PHONE SO I CAN HELP TAXPAYERS OR I'LL COME DOWN THERE AND SHOVE THIS NIGHTSTICK IN YOUR DICKHOLE!