d.m.: what type of pie do you want?
terr: what is there?
d.m.: blueberry, blackberry, pumpkin, strawberry, apple, orange, potato, meat.........
terr: meh i want a warm apple pie mmmmmmmmmmmmm.....
d.m.: dude your worse than dom if thats possible
*d.m. turns around and spots the girl behind the counter and heavenly music starts playing and d.m. imagines himself running through a field of flowers towards th bakery girl*
d.m.: so.....how you doin?
*the bakery girl pulls out a can of mace and sprays until d.m.'s on the ground twitching*
terr: *briefly looks at d.m.* apple pie please
*terr and d.m. arrive back at the apartment*
d.m.: damn man what is it with me and fukin mace!
terr: maybe its just you and women
d.m.: at leat im not alone dom cant get a girl either..
*dom walks past the door holding the hottie next door's hand, while she laughs and rests her head on his shoulder*
d.m.: awww......fuck
