Hey, hun, you have to speak up, you’re wearing a towel. Ah, the joys it must be to win the genetic lottery. This is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Beyond drop dead gorgeous, and apparently that’s all that matters. It’s near impossible to look away. She is going off about her Goddamn hair in a language I don’t understand and it’s like I’m staring at a goddamn 3D Magic poster. She could be reading Mein Kampf out loud and I will smile and nod like a puppy dog if there was a slight chance of seeing some skin. Granted, the beauty could be speaking straight English to my face and I would still ignore what she’s saying, but that’s neither here nor there.
Fucking chicks, man. All they need to be able to rock yoga pants like a Greek Goddess and they’ve got our nuts in a cup.