4th Man Out Page #3

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My friends are hot.

You know, you should

invite him over

- for a threesome. I'm sure he'd love that.

- Oh, sure.

Oh that's

a great idea. Yeah.

Let me call him up right now.

No, I'm serious.

You know, he wants you, right?

Shut up.

No, he doesn't want me.

Now, just get hard

because I have a date tonight.

- Oh yeah, with who?

- Just some guy.

- Oh.

- Why?

- Are you jealous?

- Not at all.

- Should I be?

- Okay, well just take your pants off.

And don't touch my face,

because I feel like

I'm starting to break out.

Oh.

Hey Paul.

Dude, I guarantee you a hot-ass

MILF drives this thing, man.

For sure.

Actually, you know what?

I think she used to drive it,

now, the daughter drives it.

Oh yeah.

Give that a whiff man.

I'm thinking 19.

Strawberry blonde.

Volleyball player maybe.

Take a rip.

Get deep.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Hey, come on. Get back to work here.

Lets go.

Ronnie, we're checking

the f***ing mirrors, man.

Let's go, out of the car.

See, this one's broke.

I'm glad I checked this one.

This one was f***ed up.

Think he's gonna show?

It's poker night.

He'll be here.

All right, boys.

Last card.

Man, so, uh, Chris,

you ever call

that Fanny pack girl?

Ah, no.

What's the matter'? Afraid your

f*** buddy's gonna get upset?

Me and Jess are not buddies.

We don't even like each other.

So what's the problem?

I can't remember

that chick's name, dude.

I drunkenly saved it

in my phone like an idiot.

Let me see that.

I'm really good with this stuff.

- Train.

- Train?

You saved her name

in your phone as "train."

Ah, I raise 20.

Damn it, if you didn't

get that ten on the river,

I could've sucked you dry.

Oh yeah.

Hey, uh. Can I see

your phone?

Mm-hmm.

Sucked it dry.

All right, boys.

Daddy's all in.

Let's see what you got.

Stop that.

Cut it out, man.

Come on, stop.

- Stop, just...

- What?

But dude, cut it out!

I got two eights.

Okay?

I call.

Aw, damn.

F*** this.

- Oh that's probably Tracy.

- Hmm?

Well, if it starts t-r-a,

it's you know,

probably Tracy, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I could see her

being a Tracy.

Yeah.

Okay, I'm gonna head out.

Uh, I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yeah, you guys

are gonna come over

for the hockey playoffs, right?

Oh yeah. Yeah,

see you then, man.

Cool.

Okay.

He definitely wants to f*** me.

This is all your fault.

My fault?

Yeah, with

your Saint gay rom, and EDM.

You're the one

who turned Adam gay.

Are you f***ing serious?

You're the one who goes to all

these Taylor swift concerts.

First of all,

t-swift is a singing angel.

Mister skinny jeans

and ladies' deodorant.

I've got sensitive underarms.

It's not a secret.

Oh yeah, that's right. You do

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