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Bangin' Boobs in Blue
Trust us when we say that we know what it's like to be cranky, frustrated and in need of some stress-relief. Sometimes a guy's gotta go blow off some steam, you know, take it easy and just relax. And there are three or so ways of doing this. The first is a little miracle we like to call BEER.
Ass on the Ave
We live in a world of convenience and we like what we want, when we want it. For example, when you want a nice, juicy burger, you can just pull in to your local drive-thru and order it. If you want to pick up some prescriptions, you can just mosey on over to your local pharmacy's drive-thru and get your meds. So why not incorporate that into how we get ass? How convenient would it be to just pull up to a corner nearby and order up some juicy cooze to go? That's exactly what this guy does.
Lust In The Limo
Here is something almost unbelievable: Rich guys with millions of dollars need to hire hookers to get some action. (Yeah, cause the fact that they are rich just doesn't cut it with your average gold-digging slut. They have to pay for sex.) But, we are not going to argue with that since most chicks believe this to be true thanks to the magic of the movie "Pretty Woman". So in an effort to keep up that Cinderella-esque ideal that if a girl is pretty and charming enough, it overshadows the fact that she blows many, many cocks for money and a rich guy will save her from the streets.
Bonin' at the Bach Bash
If you are a dude who has a best buddy, you are responsible for a few things. The first is lying for your buddy whenever he needs you to. If his ball and chain comes snoopin' around, you deny and lie until you die or at least get your friend on the phone to warn him. The second thing you are responsible for is breakin' your friends' balls at every opportunity.
Red Light Rack
When you see Cassandra Calogera gyrating and grinding her hot body and mashing her big tits on the glass in the red light district of Pleasure Town, USA, you wonder why there aren't more of these districts around your neighborhood, right? Furthermore, you ask yourself, (or at least we did) why the fuck Sting & The Police sing and advise Roxanne to NOT "put on the red light"? We just don't get it. If she looked half as good as Cassandra does, we'd tell her to keep the red light on 24/7. This lucky dude actually gets past the glass and taps Cassandra's ass and ends up coating her chesticles in some man sauce. Obviously, he pays for her time, but who cares? It certainly seems like a wise purchase, and judging by the amount of nut cream this guy spills, he certainly seems to be a happy customer.