You ever have one of those good days? Like, you wake up and there';s no barking dog, no smog, and your mom';s cooking breakfast with no hog. (I don';t know, it rhymed.) You go play hoops with your friends, and you';re just messing around but you end up getting a triple-double. Then you blow a red light in front of some a-hole cops, but for some reason they don';t even care. After a little dominoes and "Yo! MTV Raps" at your friend Short Dog';s house, you go pick up this girl you';ve been trying to, um, "have relations with" since the 12th grade. That goes well, and afterwards she speaks highly of your prowess. And then, here';s the wicked part: On your way home, you see the lights on the Good Year Blimp, and it says you';re a pimp. Yes, it mentions you, personally! Like, how';s that even possible? Is somebody paying to have it say that? But whatevs, you';re too drunk to ask questions. The important thing is, nobody got shot today. For that matter, you didn';t even have to use your AK.
male, female - adult