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Hound Dog and I are seated at the bar and this girl steps up
next to me to get a drink.
Me: You smell good. Like
cake.
Her: It's (name of
perfume that smells like cake). Thanks.
Me: You're welcome. Now,
what about me?
Her: I can't smell you.
Me: Then say something
else nice about me.
Her: Well, this [fondling
my goatee A LOT] is nice.
Me to Hound Dog: You see
this, right? You heard what she said?
Hound Dog: Yes.
Me: And she's hot, right?
HD: Yes, she's hot.
Me: And you heard and saw
this hot girl say she liked the goatee. And you see her touching it,
right?
HD: Yes, I see it. But I
don't understand it.
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