hey, america, you dont send me enough hate mail about the shit that i put out when im drunk. so, im gonna give you some more, biatches.

tonight i met two people named angel. one of them was hot and the other would have been hot if i had a vagina instead of a penis.

the hot one is a waitress at east end martini bar, located at the beginning of east franklin street in chapel hill, north carolina. her friend eva mendes, who happened to be working that night as well, seemed to take a fancy to yours truly somewhere in between the twenty five cent beers and the three dollar amaretto sours.

needless to say ms mendes is only the latest in the string of hollywoods finest whos digits grace my ancient year 2000 cellular device.

thank you, thank you, youre far too kind.

hers actually comes right before the newly and happily single ms aniston's and way way after the soon to be married ms hilton's.

so many fine women, i almost dont know what to do with myself.

fellas, if you guys are scared or nervous or otherwise uptight about meeting beautiful women such as these, i have an easy game for you to play.

its kinda like hot potato, but you dont need any vegetables.

its called the dollar game. and it only works if you are out with friends and you want to see them score a little bit of confidence.

you bet youre friend one dollar, to go up and talk to an attractive woman. the key to this game is that you sincerely want him to talk to her and she sincerely has to be attractive.

if you have the dollar, you have to make the same bet to your friend.

the point of the game is to end up with the dollar. and a few phone numbers at the end of the night.

this game has worked wonders on my own confidence with women, not to mention my nerdy friends' confidence with women too.

you have my money back guarentee.

now get out there and

just do it.

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