Whipped Page #3

Zeke, Brad. What's up?

Same old.

What the f***'s that?

My wife says I have

chronic halitosis.

She makes me spray this sh*t

into my mouth every hour.

Lend it to Brad.

F*** you.

Why?

Don't worry about it.

So,...

where you guys been?

I haven't seen you in forever.

Dude, you're married.

We no longer have anything in common.

Jesus!

Well,

-Im still the same guy.

-No you're not.

You're married. Face it.

You think I don't got stories?

About your wife?

Come on, that's nasty.

You saying we don't do kinky sh*t?

Im sure you do, but it's

like your wife, man.

That's got to be a bit sacred.

Yeah.

lf it was a girl we don't know,

then that'd be okay.

But your wife? That's sick.

That's where you're wrong.

Its way better because

it's totally uninhibited.

Like last night, we were

having sex in the kitchen,

and I started using

all the utensils.

We got this new juicer

and it's shaped like a carrot.

-I am bent over...

-Save it!

We had an entire line

of extra virgin olive oil.

Cut the visuals. We're eating.

Eric, did you say you had to

go somewhere this afternoon?

Yeah.

Dude, you should probably go.

I had to meet my wife

for brunch twenty minutes ago.

Brunch? You just f***ing ate.

Once you're married, you got to

do a lot of things twice.

Appease the little woman,

make her feel you care.

Man, that sucks.

Well,...

bye.

See you, Eric.

Jonathan, I want you to go

back over to that tree.

Wait about a minute.

Brad, you come up at the end.

You close the deal. You got it?

Its standard. Just don't

save the ugly one for me.

Dude, look at them.

They're all sitting down.

They could have fat asses.

Come on. They're going to leave.

Chill. Are you ready?

Yeah.

Break.

Women, men, nobody.

Above the knee, they get nasty.

Yeah, like they go down to the...

Hey, girls.

How you doing?

Good.

Is your name Kelly?

No, Stacey.

Stacey, hi. Im Zeke.

-Hi.

-Hi.

And your lovely friends?

This is Marie and Bristol.

Marie...

-...and Crystal.

-Bristol.

So...

So, those are interesting pants

you got there.

You like?

Stroke it.

Like is not exactly the word.

That's real crocodile leather.

Im most like Mickey Rourke

in "9 1l2 Weeks".

Let's face it, the man understands

the term "dominant male"

to the nth degree.

Not that I see myself as

the controlling freak he was.

You never know. Am I in control?

Am I not?

Not that Im a control freak.

I mean...

Control is very,

very important.

You always must keep the upper hand.

No it's not. Crocodile has scales.

-Oh my God! Zeke!

-Jonathan!

-I thought that was you.

-What are you doing here?

Just walking around.

Jonathan, meet Marie...

Hi.

-Kelly and Crystal.

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