I know someone from my hometown. His cousin, was a Revlon model. She was a "coors light" beer girl. She was on a freakin TV cvommercial for "the silver bullet" beer. We were walking into a six pack shop, he casually mentions. "Yeah, there's my whore cousin. Great"
I'm looking around. The old lady behind the counter? No one else in here. He points to the *wall*
she's the smoking hot chick on the beer poster, LMAO.
Then, he pointed it out.
"look. She's naked."
"No she's not. She's wearing a swimsuit that's painted up like the beer can."
"Look closer. Her skin is painted."
*christ* almighty.
but it gets better.
everywhere he goes? He'll casually mention, he had a cute cousin. Lived in place X. Describes where the place was.
*always* some guy in the bar.
starts beaming a smile. Remembers the time he got lucky, how hot she was.
These guys aren't even anything special, she's smoking hot.
she *&^%ED anything that *moved*.
Poor guy. She got married and moved away, but... I know the husband had cash, thought that was his super duper trophy wife and all.
but man, her odometer rolled over.
its like a sit-com though.
he's sitting there, listening to some guy go on and on, what all she would "do".
the look on his face? priceless deadpan.
"Yeah, dude. that's nice..."
she was like something out of a college romp comedy movie.
a legit 10 model, on TV beer commercials and everything...
let anything on two feet do anything.
they exist, they exist.
its his *cousin*
I always wondered if he ended up in therapy or not...
he had trouble finding chicks that weren't fat, even though he was decent looking and had a good job and all that.
he probably wished he could find a chick like his cousin...