Person 2: Look I'd rather leave this stone unturned, get my message.
Person 1: What, don't put that evil on me. Give me a straight answer, what's the problem.
Person 2: Well, she... she was a fucking throb-job you hear, her vagina looked like a fucking cement mixer ok, I'd need a fucking tree trunk just to hit the spot in that thing.
Person 1: Whoa man... you mean to tell me, that you... you never took your chances, she's like the hottest girl around the whole state.
Person 2: Well you try fucking her when you're presenting a fucking mountain with a bonsai tree, look it's her fault... I'm built just fine, so wipe that fucking smirk off your face.