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Gettin' it on with some dude you just met at a bar- what kinda chick would do that? I woulda told that guy to piss off, 'cause she was with me, but then I figured that chick probably had AIDS or something, what with all that getting it on with strange guys.

Anyway, I left the bar and went to the bathroom to drain the vein. The bathroom had that smell that all men's bathrooms do ...a combination of brocoli an' athlete's foot. An' even though the place had opened only a week ago, there was already graffitti all over the stalls.

The place was now asses to elbows, an chicks were everywhere. Problem was none of 'em were alone, they were all with guys...well all the good lookin' ones anyway, and the one's that weren't with broads that were even uglier..an' meaner. So I decided it was time to split.

I walked down the street to a place called the Lumberjack. This place was much better...it was teamin' with babes, and better yet, hardly any guys wit 'em.

I sat at the bar and ordered another pint of stella with a whiskey chaser. The bartender was a babe. She had a couple a' tatoos an' a piercing on her eyebrow. I think thats sexy. She looked at me kinda funny, too. Probably checkin' me out, thinkin' that maybe Brad Pitt just walked in. Yeah, I get that a lot. Guess me and him share more than just the same first name.

Anyway, I downed my drinks and ordered another pint. I was pretty buzzed by now. Then this chick came in an' sat down next to me. She wasn't the best looking babe in the joint, but she her hair cut short into this sexy little doo and a pierced nose, an' some ginormous hooters. Plus, she looked kinda familiar to me, but I couldn't place her face. I was gonna order a drink for her so I said something to her...don't remember what it was, but it got her attention. She looked at me an' nodded. She said something to me, but all I could think 'bout was getting my hands on those fantastic fun bags a' hers. Without even thinkin' bout it, I just made my move...well, sometimes ya gotta do it.

The next think I know, I'm lying flat on my ass with my jaw stingin' like all hell. An' lookin' up I see that chick's face...red as a beet.An' then it dawns on me, where I've seen her. It's Sharon, the bitch who ran off with my Brenda, my second wife! Then I look over and see Brenda standing rith there beside her! Then it dawns on my why there are so many women in here an' hardly any guys. At this point the bouncers come over and ask me to leave. No problem, I don't need this shit.

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