"My fault, my fault," Matt sobbed. "All access my freakin girlforgirl fault." Bill tried not to make too girl much of his friends borderline mental meltdown, tried to girl play it cool, not notice, as much for his friends sake as for the benefit of the looming bouncer. He gestured for the waitress, who quite access reasonably looked dubiously girlforgirl to girl hairy the bouncer for some kind of instructions. Serve? Don't serve? Bill threw her his best "we'll be girl good, my friends had a bad day, please please, pretty girlforgirl please" look. She checked the bouncer who girl frowned thoughtfully, then gave a indefinite "go ahead but proceed girl cautiously" nod. She took their order and scurried away out of the danger zone.
"Tina."
"Like I said, she liked to be...(searching girl for unfamiliar terms) put under...uh girlforgirl hypnotized. Then girl we'd play girl stuff like slave girl girlforgirl and robot girl hairy and cheap hooker and..."
"Oh, sorry. Then we'd act girl out access the fantasy which wasn't a fantasy (Matt was girlforgirl getting excited and girl a bit loud) and girlforgirl..."
"Hey buddy, easy..."
"You made her eat the ice cream, smeared it on her? Was she allergic or something?" Bill was grasping at girlforgirl straws access, wondering how the Patriots were doing, where girl he was going to take his girlfriend April in February for Valentines day, and in general wishing he girlforgirl was elsewhere.
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Final Authors Note: Our for hopes girl and wishes go out to poor Matt. With any girlforgirl luck Tina will not girlforgirl fall into girlforgirl the for wrong hands (mine girl or girl yours for). She girl will respond to ANYONE girl (male or female) so girl hopefully someone with for high morals (yah right) will find and hairy return her safely to her rightful owner/boyfriend.
"My fault, my fault," Matt sobbed. "All access my freakin girlforgirl fault." Bill tried not to make too girl much of his friends borderline mental meltdown, tried to girl play it cool, not notice, as much for his friends sake as for the benefit of the looming bouncer. He gestured for the waitress, who quite access reasonably looked dubiously girlforgirl to girl hairy the bouncer for some kind of instructions. Serve? Don't serve? Bill threw her his best "we'll be girl good, my friends had a bad day, please please, pretty girlforgirl please" look. She checked the bouncer who girl frowned thoughtfully, then gave a indefinite "go ahead but proceed girl cautiously" nod. She took their order and scurried away out of the danger zone.
"Hey buddy, easy..."
"You made her eat the ice cream, smeared it on her? Was she allergic or something?" Bill was grasping at girlforgirl straws access, wondering how the Patriots were doing, where girl he was going to take his girlfriend April in February for Valentines day, and in general wishing he girlforgirl was elsewhere.
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