I’m fucking awesome.
Can you bake bangin’ cookies?
Cookies, cake, flambe—Whatever the situation calls for.
Yeah, she’s the queen of the Greasers because she’s hot and she has a nice rack. Rack rack city. My goal in life is to have sex with her. My other goal is to not die.
She sounds great!
And those aren’t bad goals. Better than the ones that I had at your age.
The fuck is a townie? I don’t go after weird shit like that. I go after real ladies—the greasers.
I mean, I’ve almost got this one girl—she calls herself Steel—but like, it’s not set in stone yet. Ja feel? We’re close though, I can feel it. She wants the D, and I don’t mean dice.
Greasers, townies, all the same deal. And—Steel, really? What is she, the queen of their little gang?
Bitches don’t care about fashion sense. Bitches care about dicks. You care too much about fashion and they think you’re gay. I can’t have that. I’m going after the hottest bitch around here.
Oh, what a shame that you view it that way. Sure, that attitude works for the townies, but real women? Fat chance. Beauty breeds beauty.