Whipped Page #5

George, George, George, George.

Its Michael Dorsey.

Your favorite client.

"George of the Jungle"?

No.

"Tootsie".

You go.

What, I amuse you?

That's so easy.

"Good fellas".

Hey, wait.

Can't we just take it slow?

We can definitely

take it slow, baby.

She wanted me pretty badly,

but I thought it would be

best to take it slow.

I knew it.

lf he'd nailed her,

then she'd be nothing special.

But since he didn't f*** her,

he cares.

But I never get laid, and I never

care about most of my scams.

You haven't f***ed and lost yet.

Once a chick plays you for

nothing more than a dick,

you'll toughen up and be able to

f*** and forget.

Yeah,

a chick's got to tease a dick

in order to be teased.

After a dick-tease, you'll be

working with an unteasable dick.

Nothing's penetrating that thing.

You got to fall off the bike

in order to get back on.

So I got to be f***ed and spit on,

before I can have feelings for

a girl by not f***ing her.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I get it now. Thanks.

Dude, you're up.

What are you thinking about?

What's on your mind?

Nothing.

Its just...

I may have met somebody I like

this weekend too.

No!

Dude!

Oh, my God!

Unbelievable!

I think Im getting a wood.

What is it about two chicks

grinding that turns me on?

This lesbian fad is awesome.

Holy balls!

Will you look at that?

Sh*t!

Hi.

Hi.

This chick was so hot.

She had the whole package.

She had a cock?

Yeah, she had a dick, dude.

Come on.

This is the kind of girl

Ive been looking for.

And she was digging your sh*t?

Of course she was.

Did you stuff her?

No, man.

Im kind of like you, Zeke.

I think I really like this girl.

She was more interested in

stocks and bonds and stuff.

Sounds like she was

interested in your wallet.

It wasn't like that at all.

I think she cared about me.

That's so great.

All right, so...

these are the revenues.

And these are earnings.

Exactly.

That makes sense.

Most chicks I date couldn't

give two shits about what I do.

All they want is a nice dinner

in some trendy restaurant

and a nice hard cock

at the end of the night.

They don't care what's

important to me.

Did she want the hard cock too?

No, man. This one was different.

We totally bonded.

I didn't want to sleep with her.

I could've talked all night.

That sounds like a lot of fun.

So...

you just talked all night?

No.

She smoked me.

But I could've talked all night.

Was she good?

I just told you I didn't f*** her.

No, was she good at smoking pole?

F***ing horny bastard.

She was all right.

She won't win any medals.

So she ain't no Hanna.

Sh*t!

Wait a second. Who's Hanna?

My God! I almost forgot about her.

You remember Hanna.

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