| I just don’t look at a woman as a pair of tits anymore, and I wish I did, ’cause I could get laid
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| easier, ’cause that’s what it takes. |
| Just to go- But I can’t now. |
| Like, I went to a club. |
| I went to a
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| club, you know, like, a… like, a club. |
| And I’m standing there looking at all the people, and there’s
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| the women- The hot chicks. |
| The hot girl at the bar. |
| You know when you see them, that’s just-
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| she’s a hot girl At the bar. |
| She’s got the- got the shirt and the skirt, and the boots. |
| Those three
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| lines. |
| It’s, like, some perfect ratio that they hit with those three lines, and you- and they’re all
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| standing there like that. |
| And I used to look at somebody like that. |
| I’m like, “wow, she’s an angel.
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| What could I ever say to make her like me?” |
| Now I look at her and I’m like, “What is that? |
| “Is
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| that even a person? |
| “What the fuck kind of person is that? |
| Is that an identity even? |
| Who would
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| want to be that?” |
| I have two daughters. |
| I pray they don’t grow up to be the- the hot girl at the
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| bar. |
| What kind of- “Hey, what do you do?” |
| “People want to fuck me.” |
| Really? |
| That’s it? |
| “Yeah. |
| “I
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| go to this club, and they want to fuck me over here. |
| “Ha ha. |
| Not you. |
| Ha ha.” |
| And their male
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| counterparts Are even more useless. |
| The guys. |
| The dudes-the going out to get laid dudes. |
| You
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| know those guys That walk in packs of nine down the bar street. |
| The going out to get laid guys.
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| They all got the same button-up, stripy, going out to get laid shirt on. |
| They all got the same
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| stride, and there’s one short guy behind them like- and they- they’re all out to get- Like, who’s
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| gonna fuck all nine of you? |
| What is the fantasy here? |
| Are you gonna see nine women in the
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| same configuration, And just all-? |
| Are you all gonna walk into a giant vagina somewhere? |
| “Ha
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| ha! |
| Dude!” |
| And then later they’re in front of a pizza place, just angry at each other. |
| “You said
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| there was pussy there, you idiot!” |
| “Shut up!” |
| Then they beat up a stranger and get the energy
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| out that way. |
| “Faggot!” |
| Those are the most dangerous people, are dudes that didn’t get laid.
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| They’re just fucking- Just full of cum coming out of their eyes. |
| “Fucking-fucking- Fuck somebody.”
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| Stand there.
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| I love dudes that hang out together and do the whole- I saw this group of guys, And one of ’em
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| was such a guy, He had it turned up so high that it was crazy. |
| His friends were kind of normal. |
| He
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| was like- I’m like, “what? |
| Is that- That can’t be real. |
| That can’t be a personality.” |
| Does he do that
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| at 4:00 in the morning when he’s peeing and nobody’s in his apartment? |
| He’s like- And he kept
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| doing that gesture That guys like to do. |
| The… That’s my favorite dumb guy gesture. |
| Yeah. |
| Pfft.
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| Pffsh, yeah, right. |
| I always wonder, what if there was a guy who, whenever he does this, he has
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| to finish. |
| Like, just some guy who works in your office. |
| You ask him a question. |
| “Hey, is Bill in
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| yet?” |
| “Yeah, Like, he’s ever on time.” |
| “Oh, fuck.” |
| “Oh, shit. |
| “Seriously, that dude’s always late,
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| man. |
| I’m serious. |
| ”
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| It’s always an odd moment In a guy’s life, The second after you come, and you’re like- Reality
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| comes rushing back. |
| ‘Cause you’ve been Pushing reality away In pieces All night to get the- “Oh,
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| no, it’s fine. |
| “Yeah, no, It doesn’t matter. |
| “No, I’ll just leave my car there. |
| “It doesn’t matter. |
| I’ll
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| just go… “Doesn’t matter… This is weird… Ah, fuck. |
| ” And then You’re just like- You’re like the
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| Hulk coming back down to the other guy. |
| My clothes are ripped And there’s a dead guy here. |
| I
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| don’t know what happened. |
| I’m gonna get my duffle bag And leave town again. |