previously, on the homolife...
PIMPTRESS: so, how was your date with the potential?
MP: great, actually. she's a fantastic girl. she dug the hockey game.
she says coffee with me is definitely not overrated--so there!
PIMPTRESS: good! wait, which one was this again?
MP: the one that is geographically undesireable.
PIMPTRESS: oh. are you going to see her again?
MP: i think so. but i told her i wouldn't do the drive. she's nice though. i thought
it was a little needy when she said she would do all the driving. and she asked
if we could go out again before i even dropped her off.
PIMPTRESS: you're so weird. she likes you. is she fat? i know you like the chubby girls....
MP: no. she's average. it's a damn shame.
PIMPTRESS: hmm... what about missa missa chickapea?
MP: she comes back thursday, so we're going out thursday night.
PIMPTRESS: what exactly do you want? i mean, what are you looking for?
MP: a playmate. playmates.... i'm happy. i mean, i do what i love for a living;
i like me again for the first time in years; i smile constantly, and i'm
having a good time. i don't want anything major.
PIMPTRESS: uh. that's hard to get with women. most women want a relationship.
MP: yeah. but i'm a happy (mp) and i feel it's my duty to share my joy with as
many women as possible. i must spread the love.
PIMPTRESS: uh. yeah. you're doing a great job.
MP: love... thighs... whatever.
...after dinner
PIMPTRESS: oh, my god! did my girlfriend send you a picture of her ass?!
