"My fault, my fault and," Matt sobbed. "All my freakin fault boob." Bill tried not suck to make too much of his suck friends borderline mental meltdown, tried boob suck to play it cool, not suck notice, as much for his friends suckandfuck-suckmebitch sake as for the benefit of the looming bouncer suck. He and gestured for the waitress, who quite reasonably looked dubiously to the bouncer suck for some suckandfuck-suckmebitch kind of instructions suck. Serve? Don't serve? Bill threw her his best "we'll be good, my friends suck had a bad day suckandfuck-suckmebitch, please suck please -, pretty please" look. She checked the bouncer who frowned thoughtfully, then gave fuck a suck indefinite here "go ahead but proceed boob cautiously" nod. She took their order suckandfuck-suckmebitch and - scurried away out suck of the danger zone.

Matt nodded and finished here half a sixteen ounce beer in a gulp. Bill and still couldn't believe Matt's capacity.

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"I don suck't and know, that's the problem."

"Yah." Progress.

"Oh, sorry. Then we'd act out suckandfuck-suckmebitch the fantasy which wasn't a fantasy (Matt was getting and excited and a bit loud) and..."

"Ok Matt," Bill tried again, "We need suckandfuck-suckmebitch to and start pulling these facts together now so I can understand. I wasn't and there so I need you to boob fill in a little more detail. Chunky Monkey's, hypnosis, and Tina's disappearance all are related how boob suck?"

"No my boob nickname for her."

"Oh Christ, we fuck didn't know it was suckandfuck-suckmebitch a damned flavor. I didn't anyway. I came out of the mens room and she here was gone. She went to suck order our suck ice cream, saw IT, and boob suck wandered off and. I suck didn't even know she was gone. Then I saw the flavor board and suck freaked. She's out there. Somewhere, doing anything she's told."

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