American Dirtbags Page #3
- Year:
- 2015
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was making hand-over fist money
and was still bangin'
tons of chicks.
- Bro, got this mad kinky
b*tch in my room right now,
- sh*t is going crazy.
- - Hell, yeah.
- She's lettin' me
f*** her like Anthony Bourdain,
- f***ing no reservations.
- - Nice.
- The sh*t's good.
Here's the thing, though, she's
like a little bit married.
- Harvey.
- Here's the funny
part, her husband,
- his nickname's Bigfoot.
- - No.
- Here's the funnier
part, she wants you and me
to f*** her together.
- Man, I don't think
I'm interested in
f***ing somebody's wife.
- Dude, come on, it's not a
third-party's responsibility
to make sure that your
girlfriend isn't a whore.
Now let's go f***
this dude's wife.
- One thing I could
say about Harvey,
he always made a good point.
But if I had to
pinpoint the moment
that sh*t spun totally
out of control,
this was definitely it.
Her appearances started
to become more frequent.
Sometimes I'd f*** her,
sometimes Harvey'd have a
go, but most of the time
she wanted to be plugged
like a damn electric socket
you were trying to keep
the kids from touchin'.
But today,
that sh*t was not her.
Huh?
- Motherf***er, huh, you
like to f*** people's wives?
- Who the f*** are you, what
the f*** are you talking about?
- You like to f***
people's wives?
- Now I ain't exactly
sure how he found out,
but with a wife like that, you
know you would be suspicious.
Harvey was right, though.
It wasn't no third-party's
responsibility to make sure
that your wife isn't a whore.
But what he left out is if
you go porkin' someone's wife,
just know that one day you
might have to fight that dude.
And when that day comes, that
son of a b*tch might kill you.
But like I said,
I can't blame him.
Probably shouldn't have
been f***ing his wife.
- My name is Alaina Sage.
I know it looks like I'm being
but trust me, this
a**hole deserves it.
He said his name was
Jimmy, but who knows.
I told him my name was Melissa.
Guys like him are animals.
They only want one thing, p*ssy.
And once they have
their little squirt,
then they want you to
just, like, f*** off.
giving you any cab money.
Well, Mr. blonde hair found
out that this p*ssy costs
a little more than, like, a
few watered-down vodka tonics.
- Hey, whoa, hey.
- Unh, please.
a**hole that burned me.
All night long, all he did
was talk about all the game
the other guys were spitting
and how he was different.
He wasn't just trying
to get in my pants,
he thought we had a connection.
Harvey Schindler.
And I f***ed him, thinking
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