Matt was somewhere between breaking down hardcore and crying like a girl, and head butting something until his brains oozed out his ears, or the immovable object became movable. Maybe having a few drinks to talk whatever was bothering him over a wasn't hardcore the brightest idea Bill had ever had. At least in a hardcore public place someone might step in like before Matt did partying something to him partying that hardcore couldn't be fixed surgically like. Bill like made a mental hardcorepartying note: Big partying like a rockstar guy plus drinks partying like a rockstar plus distraught equals bad. Bill looked hardcore around; the place had hardcore gone almost dead quiet (like in hardcorepartying one of those stock tip a commercials), which was amazing for a bar on a Saturday night.
Bill fell back in his seat. "It's ok, really. No partying problem. I got it hardcore. Be cool." The bouncer surprisingly stopped and jpeg stood watching, waiting for a cue to either smash hardcore Tokyo or go quietly back into the sea. His job was to prevent disturbances, not cause them.
"Tina...?" Bill jpeg prodded hardcorepartying.
"No it hardcore wasn't what I told her hardcore to do, we talked hardcorepartying about that stuff before hand, like partying I said a game partying. We set up rules and games and stuff before so nobody got partying like a rockstar hurt. Man was she kinky. She liked some weird shit, but I played along. It was a real ego booster, pretend or not ya know?" Now Matt was rambling and Bill could only follow like parts a of it. First he wouldn hardcore't tell Bill everything and now Bill was finding hardcorepartying out more than he cared to know.
"Like I said, she liked to be...(searching for unfamiliar terms) put under...uh hypnotized. Then we like'd play stuff hardcore like slave girl and robot and cheap hooker and..."
"For a monkey, she has pets?
"No. For her. She's anything but, she's beautiful, but that's what she had me call her partying. "
Matt was somewhere between breaking down hardcore and crying like a girl, and head butting something until his brains oozed out his ears, or the immovable object became movable. Maybe having a few drinks to talk whatever was bothering him over a wasn't hardcore the brightest idea Bill had ever had. At least in a hardcore public place someone might step in like before Matt did partying something to him partying that hardcore couldn't be fixed surgically like. Bill like made a mental hardcorepartying note: Big partying like a rockstar guy plus drinks partying like a rockstar plus distraught equals bad. Bill looked hardcore around; the place had hardcore gone almost dead quiet (like in hardcorepartying one of those stock tip a commercials), which was amazing for a bar on a Saturday night.
Bill fell back in his seat. "It's ok, really. No partying problem. I got it hardcore. Be cool." The bouncer surprisingly stopped and jpeg stood watching, waiting for a cue to either smash hardcore Tokyo or go quietly back into the sea. His job was to prevent disturbances, not cause them.
"Tina...?" Bill jpeg prodded hardcorepartying.
"No it hardcore wasn't what I told her hardcore to do, we talked hardcorepartying about that stuff before hand, like partying I said a game partying. We set up rules and games and stuff before so nobody got partying like a rockstar hurt. Man was she kinky. She liked some weird shit, but I played along. It was a real ego booster, pretend or not ya know?" Now Matt was rambling and Bill could only follow like parts a of it. First he wouldn hardcore't tell Bill everything and now Bill was finding hardcorepartying out more than he cared to know.
"Like I said, she liked to be...(searching for unfamiliar terms) put under...uh hypnotized. Then we like'd play stuff hardcore like slave girl and robot and cheap hooker and..."
"For a monkey, she has pets?
