This One Time
I put the whole dick-drawer speech from “Superbad” in my Facebook status. My ex-girlfriend saw it, and for two weeks she thought that I compulsively drew dicks when I was young.
Today when I got to work, Jippo was relating his master tale of glory.
“I was on the tram coming to work, and this young girl starts licking her lips and looking at me.”
She had walked over and sat down across from Jippo and said “Want to get the best blowjob of your life?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m Nikki 
My house is the next stop. You should get off with me.”
“How old are you?”
“Year 11.”
“So that makes you… 17?”
“16.”
“Right. I don’t think so. I have to go to work.”
“You’re missing out.”
“That’s a risk I’m prepared to take.”
So now we call him “Jippedo”.
Predator (a /b/tard) heard the whole story in the office and said “What? You’re a dog cunt. Why didn’t you go??? It’d only make you 30 seconds late for work anyway.”
This is the kind of people I work with… the lads. This one time we had a meeting for ten minutes about the benefits of hitting women.
By the way, I got my T-shirt printed.
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Comments (4)
better then having a meeting for ten minutes about the benefits of hitting on women… whilst in a night club surrounded by women.
who would do that
I want one of those shirts! Hook me up!
I’m glad you finally got your shirt!!!