"You do have a dick, right?" I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Yes." "Alright and that dick came equipped with balls, correct?" "Why do I hang out with you?" "Because we're a part of the Psychedelic Rad Pack of Juvenile Delinquents." Austin says with a smile. "Now, as your friend and wingman, I am obligated to help you score. With that being said, go ask him."
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