(This conversation
takes place between 2 idiots, standing outside of my bathroom window)
Idiot 1: Girls get this sentimental thing and it kicks in, I
don't mean to be a pig or anything, but that's Dylan's thing. He's got game and stuff too, but all he has
to do is start talking about his life.
And like if a girl has had something bad happen to her, then there's
that emotional connection and that's all women need for you to get in their
pants. They play it off, but the way I
see it now, it's only a matter of time.
And once it happens, I usually do a pretty good job and then it's
in. It's settled, it's there.
Idiot 2: Dude, when I was going to school, and my first
period class I went to there was this super hot chick. And the first day of school I show up to
class late as fuck, and I walk in and I got brand new black pants on and a nice
looking shirt and shit. And Dylan had
just like cut my hair. He had shaved my
head except for this right here.
Idiot 1: Nice.
Idiot 2: Which was about that long so I looked like fucking,
like, Tin-Tin or some shit, you know, and like I had just started working out
again. So I show up in like nice pants,
good shirt, and like my fucking biceps are like bulging out of like the shirt
and shit. And I show up and I sit down
like I don't give a fuck because I haven't been to school in 4 years, so I sit down
like I don't give a shit, you know? And
then like so this girl sits next to me and we're kind of talking or whatever,
you know, and the next class I got her number. And then I decided to get my hair for work to
be more professional and show up to school wearing this, dude, and she fucking
stops talking to me.
Idiot 1: Sometimes you gotta pay the price!
Idiot 2: Yeah dude,
no seriously. Like, I'm the same person
dude. I've gotten even buffer since
then.
(maybe she didn't stop
talking to you because of your haircut, though...)
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