The brunette, she was so much hotter than the blonde. I mean, some chicks, they’re good looking, but they don’t have that thing about them that makes a girl hot? The brunette was hot. I know I called the blonde, but that was when we first saw them. After we’d bought them a round and had been working them a while, I knew I had to have the brunette. Chip’s not picky, and it’s not like the blonde wasn’t all right looking. I hooked him up. I mean, I probably could have pulled both of them. But Chip’s my bro.
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Title by: Keller Wayne
Story by: David
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