Jason (angry): 'you're not going anywhere! i fucking paid for two girls! all we got was a half!' Phone girl looks to blue label girl: 'you ready to go?' So it's a moment of hilarious revelation when we realize that what jason wanted her to get off of, of course, was her phone. The door busts open and the hooker storms out with a very angry jason behind her ranting that she took a phone call while giving him head and carried on a conversation while licking his balls. and if we should go in there and see if everything's ok. We're all wondering what it is, exactly, she is on that he wants her off of. Jason (screams): 'get off! get the fuck off!' five minutes passes and we hear this from jason's bedroom: he hits the bedroom with the cuter of the two me john and bryan sit at the living room table and drink blue label with the other one. jason is quickly bored and calls over two hookers.
Lisa leaves and jason asks me to walk a few blocks and check out his new apartment "fucking sick pad, bro, sick" - unable to deal with any more of this shit without backup, i text the address to bryan and john they meet up and we sit in jason's super large, super minimalist, picture-window-overlooking-the-city apartment shooting the shit and drinking johnnie walker blue label. here's the conversational breakdown at dinner:Ģ0 minutes: comparing features on their new blackberries.Ĥ0 minutes: the new zagat guide and the city's best restaurants.Ģ0 minutes: glib commentary on people we grew up with. jason told me that lisa, another old friend, would be joining.
fuck it, i'm a sentimental guy, and it's nice to catch up - even with a wall street douchebag. Jason, an old high school buddy, knew i was in manhattan for a few nights and asked to meet up for dinner.
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