December 10, 2010

Curried No Beefs.


NOTE: The following conversation took place in an Indian restaurant...somewhere.

Ziti: Son! Did you see that? She looks like a f*cking goddess. Is this "Heaven"?

Jose and Free: [laughs]

Ziti: That's the type of chick you come home to, after you've been in the forest chopping wood all day.

Free: Yeahhhhhhh. She needs to be over here! On my team.

Jose: [looks at Free disbelieving] Free you ain't doing that. C'mon, man. Wake up.

Free: [stunned] What??? Man...Jose...you'd just be on your back.

Jose: Yeah. "On my back"...doing it to girls that you wish you could smash.

Ziti: Damn. [laughs]

Free: Whatever. You'll be on your back. That chick will have YOUR legs up in the air.

Ziti: [laughs] "Up in the air." Ha!

Jose: Whatever. I'd rather the broad have my legs up (in the air), than to have my legs up in the bathroom...by myself...like you.

Jose and Ziti: [laughs]

Free: Damn, man. Why'd you have to go there? That's what you think, huh?

Ziti: "Up. In. The. Air." Ha!