Rick: Everything was going great, I got to 3rd base but just couldn't do it.
Tim: Rick, the next time that happens give me a call. I'll come over and be your stunt cock.
Somewhere on the streets of the Mil, the two are engaged in player conversation:
Peter: Todd, do you wanna start hitting the gym? I really need to start stepping my game up because all I seem to be attracting these days are fatties, beer whales, and women who come tied up with acronyms!
Todd: Yeah dude, the women I am meeting at the bars or on plenty-o-fish are kinda rancid, mostly some randy, piss swallowing, 2 kid having, whores bloke. I need to drop the smoking habit, start eating healthier as well, maybe hit the Pumphaus (Gym) Let's call up that dude Marko, That is one stuntcock assed mofo, he knows some of the odd's and in's to help us create a new persona for ourselves, our pimping game combined is pretty dusted! He always has a lady. He is swagger personified. Let's give the brotha a call!
Peter: Heck Yeah my dude like Barrack Obama, it's time for a change!
Marko: (answering the cell) Whashaddening?
And progress begins with a phone call, and the gameless marks end up hitting the weights, dieting, tanning, and from what I last heard our stories heroes, they both ran a train on the same drunken, fine but shallowly featured, low standard having, Anywhere in America HOE. And they crossed swords in the snizzy too while high-fiving each other for thinking they are pimps...The End.