Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Nice Guy Chuck Wins at the Game of Life
Even with the barely pubescent ‘stache, Nice Guy Chick Wins.
His prize?
Sclutsy Sophia.
What’s “Sclutsy” you ask? Sclutsy, a word I just made up, is when slutty and classy cohabit to form eternal loin want.
Enter that one in Urban Dictionary.
Either that, or Officer Sclutsy was the chief villain in West Side Story. I can’t remember which.
Geeze the closeup brings a whole new stage of bleeth to Sophia.
Hmm. OK, we overlook the facial fung. What about the open dress shirt? The 10lb watch? The denim sleeveless? The bronzer?
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Ah fuck it. His smile won me over.
And we have a strong contender for “Most Expensive First Date”.
Sophia, you are a very attractive 7. The problem is that you’re one of those 7’s that thinks she’s a 10.
Dial down the slatternly wardrobe, put on sensible blouse with a slightly too-tight skirl and librarian glasses, then lightly bite on a pencil tip as you stare at us demurely over those glasses….BAM! You’re a 10.
I concur with the esteemed ‘Sock.
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She’s the kind you don’t take home to mother.
Sophie looks like a bleeth bimbo with her gravity defying bolt-ons hanging out and Chuck is a borderline tool. He’s still saving up for a sleeve tatt and a douchier hair cut.
Urban Dictionary sadly no longer takes submissions… the term “cumfart” must’ve broke their servers.
If that fish-faced hooker is the prize- I don’t want to win.
Sophie just “escorting” until she saves up enough for the cataract surgery.
That Meg Ryan sure can pull the hotts.
He’s a pumpy. He should lose at the game of life, according to Darwin’s research.
Sclutsy Sophia is best enjoyed at a distance, across a crowded room one might say. Preferably so crowded there is no way you can possibly make it across. Packed like a Japanese subway train.
I need a sclut, stat.