"D*mmit, I'm tired of this sh*t, she's NOT my girlfriend and I'm NOT going to do ANYTHING with her tonight."
Jarv leaned over to me and said:
"Just give him a few more beers..."
Later that night, the floozy came back, a little more drunk this time, said some more stupid sh*t, and left. We drank a few more beers and the b*tch came back again, drunk off of her @ss. This time she brought some Vikadents and her little sister's ex boyfriend (D*mn this chick is ho) I gave my Vikadents to Bry, because I knew that after that night, he was going to need them. The flooz soon went over and started checking out Bry's bed, and we all knew it was over. Their story on why she was over there was that she was helping Bry hang up a sheet over his bed to block the sun. However, it was 1:00 a.m. and the sun was nowhere to be found. Shortly thereafter, they were under the covers. And I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked a h*ll of a lot like two people having sex under that d*mn thing. As a joke, we turned on the Top Gun song "Danger Zone" and it looked like Bry picked up the pace. The next day, Jarv and I gave Bry yet another Standing Ovation in honor of his now 0 for 4 performance. And all Jarv wanted to know was if Bry "sealed the deal." To which Bry replied,
"No, we just dry-humped"
Jarv: "What?"
Bry: "She was on the rag dude."
Double D: "GROSS"
Jarv: "What?"
Bry: "What did you want me to do, take out her tampon and go to town?"
Jarv: "You mean to tell me that I couldn't go to sleep until 6 in the morning, and you didn't even get any?"
When it was all said and done, Jarv knew that Bry would end up with an O-fer (0 for 4) early in the night, when he said:
"Just give him a few more beers..."
