I bet Kicky is a secret cook...
ok, ok, I'm leaving.
dlowan wrote:Anyhoo...who says I need commiseration?
It doesn't seem to matter whether you actually need commiseration, it seems to be trendy to start your own commiseration thread.
(Kickycan was trying to make a profound sociological observation about A2K females.)
I've got tequila, cigars and the number of the areas number one escort service fellas.... unfortunately I'm too busy to hang out... but enjoy...
I'M HERE, BOYS! Let's get the party started!
I cannot STAND whiny bunches of women. I'd rather join you. This place looks like much more fun.
OK, Kicky, I see you down there on the end of the couch. Put down the beer and see if you can help me figure out how to work these fuzzy handcuffs.
You said number one escort service, BPB.
eva is the best you can provide???
wandeljw wrote:You said number one escort service, BPB.
eva is the best you can provide???
don't be dissin my hoes peckerwood....
wandeljw wrote:You said number one escort service, BPB.
eva is the best you can provide???
Okay. Down on all fours, wandel.
I said, NOW!
So, you're all comfy over there, Eva?
Well, I'm comfortable enough, osso. But these guys won't be, if they don't start moving.
HEY! You gonna make me use this whip?! I SAID, DOWN ON ALL FOURS!!!
So, girlfriend...did you get tired of all the whining over there, too? Wanna join me? There are enough guys here, we can share.
Holy ****, I leave for a few hours and you guys let all the whole damn lot of 'em in here! Wasn't Gus supposed to be manning the goddammed door!? <angrily>
Okay, all rabbits and all women, GET THE HELL OUT!!! NOW!
Except you Eva. Let me escort you to the back room where there are many places to cuff, frisk, and maybe even get playfully whipped, you nasty girl...but first...
<Kicky pulls out a big, gangly, complicated-looking remote control unit, points it at a wall and hits a series of buttons. The wall spins around until the other side of it has been revealed and then that becomes the wall. This wall comes completely stocked with a full bar and a big BIG-ass big-screen TV running loops of all the greatest female midget mud wrestling moments in history interspersed with thirty-second clips of hardcore bestiality with a variety of animals. At the moment, a couple of middle-aged cheerleaders are attempting to fellate a pig. Kicky chuckles.
He then points the remote at the back wall, which immediately rolls up like a garage door, which, in fact, it is. Behind the garage door are all the members of Pearl Jam. "Hey, guys, is this the f*cking place?" says Eddie Vedder into the microphone he's holding. Stunned silence. He shakes his head in disappointment. "I said, 'IS THIS THE MOTHERF--' wait a minute, what I mean to say is..." the band suddenly launches into a vicious rendition of Animal off the second CD. It is LOUD and it is GOOD.
Again Kicky presses some combination of buttons into the remote control. Two impressively-endowed twenty-something girls pop up behind the bar. They are wearing identical cut-off t-shirts short enough to expose the bottom half of their amazing breasts every time they stretch, and they are both holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. They shout in unison, "FREE SHOTS FOR THE NEXT FIFTEEN MINUTES, BOYS! AND STICK AROUND FOR AWHILE, WHO KNOWS, MAYBE ME AND MY SISTER WILL DO YOU LATER FOR FUN!"
Kicky tucks the remote into the waistband of his jeans, and turns his attention back to Eva. He gentlemanly holds his arm out to her.>
Alright now, Eva, shall we? I want to show you what else I can do with this remote control.
No, eva, there's a buncha good reason for complaint. Not against males, just life. Oh, wait, shuddup, osso.
Hey Eva, while I'm at the coyote party can I just live vicariously through you for a moment? I'm proud of you girl!
<whispers in Kicky's ear>
Um...do you mind if marty joins us? Think you can handle two of us at once?
Shouldn't he be in his boxers by now?? What kinda party is this?
kickycan wrote:
but first...
<Kicky pulls out a big, gangly, complicated-looking remote control unit, points it at a wall and hits a series of buttons. The wall spins around until the other side of it has been revealed and then that becomes the wall. This wall comes completely stocked with a full bar and a big BIG-ass big-screen TV running loops of all the greatest female midget mud wrestling moments in history interspersed with thirty-second clips of hardcore bestiality with a variety of animals. At the moment, a couple of middle-aged cheerleaders are attempting to fellate a pig. Kicky chuckles.
He then points the remote at the back wall, which immediately rolls up like a garage door, which, in fact, it is. Behind the garage door are all the members of Pearl Jam. "Hey, guys, is this the f*cking place?" says Eddie Vedder into the microphone he's holding. Stunned silence. He shakes his head in disappointment. "I said, 'IS THIS THE MOTHERF--' wait a minute, what I mean to say is..." the band suddenly launches into a vicious rendition of Animal off the second CD. It is LOUD and it is GOOD.
Again Kicky presses some combination of buttons into the remote control. Two impressively-endowed twenty-something girls pop up behind the bar. They are wearing identical cut-off t-shirts short enough to expose the bottom half of their amazing breasts every time they stretch, and they are both holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. They shout in unison, "FREE SHOTS FOR THE NEXT FIFTEEN MINUTES, BOYS! AND STICK AROUND FOR AWHILE, WHO KNOWS, MAYBE ME AND MY SISTER WILL DO YOU LATER FOR FUN!"
Vision of above in case you dont believe him.
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=dg-rmPFbpZM
ossobuco wrote:So, you're all comfy over there, Eva?
Well, she seems to be wearing sensible shoes ---
--- for a dominatrix.
