Friday, March 17

Canadian Italian George, The Local Tells Me She's Never Seen His Eyes

See that chick over there? She's one of the hottest chicks in Port Melbourne, the bitch.

I was talking to another chick who I had already been with, you know I was finished with her, and that bitch over there with the dog comes right up to me and kisses me on the cheek. Next time I see her I'm here with my Dad, fishing and she pretends not to know me.

I know her yeah, I know her. I remember all of them by their dogs. I know their dogs better than they do.

Now the dirty bitch is walking over there with a guy. Should I go over to her? Maybe she won't recognise me because I don't have my sunglasses on.

She's never seen my eyes.

Yeah, I'm going over there. The schmuck she's with won't have a clue what's going on. I'll come back and tell you what happens. I'll wave if there's a chance of getting her number. Dirty bitch, I bet she wants it.

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