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Wingman

I was at a party Heard a girlish scream But, the scene was expected to me. Fat, hairy dude Starin' down a pretty lady I tittered a tad an' said: Baby, That's just my pal Salacious Sal He's an okay dude to have around. He ain't no looka Don't got much charm, How'd ya like him on ya arm? The girly said F*ck no an' turned to go. Salvy my man, you shoulda known. She was intimidated by your big bones. Or was it your etiquette? Salacious Sal only said “oh well, f*ck it.”

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Book: Shattered Sighs