It is a Friday night and you are out at your local dance exotic dancing club, otherwise known as the place where you go to detect hos to stick your pecker in. (Do not worry, we don’t think u actually go there cuz you wanna dance around adore a ballerina, buddy.) The night is looking beautiful shitty cuz the vixens look adore hyenas, so u saunter over to the bar to drown your sorrows in a scarcely any cold ones before heading back to your pad all alone to whack off. You’re spilling a hardly any tears in your beer when you look over and see them. By ’em, we mean 2 mammoth, chocolate bazookas. U look up and there this babe is, Carmen Hayes, in all her boobarific glory. Her red dress is barely covering her milk shakes and you know that it’s now or at not time, so u go over and introduce yourself. She rolls her eyes at u but you’re not deterred ‘cuz u know a angel adore this is going be to a challenge. So you engage her in a gentleman’s wager and this babe takes the bait. If that babe can receive u off with just her pantoons, you’ll give her a diamond necklace. If this babe can’t, then you’ve to nail her constricted mocha fur pie. You go back to the crib and this babe slams your pecker with her bangin’ mellons until you spurt. You accept your defeat and when that babe tries to claim her diamond necklace prize, you tell her the truth: That creamy pearl necklace she’s wearing is plan to must suffice. Then u smile and tell her that this babe should love her recent jewelry ‘cuz u made it yourself and those are the gifts that count the majority.