All right, so this dude I know.

No names.

It's not you guys.

He's about my age, and he been single a while.

He was married years ago.

I had a kid.

She's been with a bunch of relationships over the years, but he's been single for a while.

A little lonely.

I was on the socials and met a girl.

And, well, what he thought was a girl, we think.

And they were talking, she was flirting, blah, blah, blah.

And then they moved it over to another site.

I kept telling me what it was.

I forget what it was.

I wasn't just texting.

They didn't give each other's phone numbers out. So guess uh some chat site yeah some chat site and then she

taught he told us a story and uh she told him uh she wanted the depick and and i go well

he found out it might not be a real person.

He goes, I said the D-Pick. I said, well, if it's a deep pick, if you're not, if your face ain't in it, who cares? He goes, oh, no, my face is in it. Yeah. What? Wow. So he's, uh, he's standing in front of a mirror with his junk hanging out. And I, I, I, I, me and the bunch of other guys are hanging out with them.

And I go, I said, we got to see this.

I said, we've known you for years.

It doesn't matter. of a mirror with his junk hanging out and I I step me and the bunch of other guys are

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