A buddy and I have a smoke outside the sushi bar after lunch…
Bud: Why do you ride that motorcycle anyway?
Vin: It’s a chick magnet.
Bud: What, you like chicks that smoke, drink beer and have tattoos?
Vin: Heck yeah! Besides, it attracts all women—the danger, the inhibition—turns ‘em on.
Bud: It attracts skanks. You like skanks?
Vin: Heck yeah!
Bud: Liar!
Vin: What? You just don’t know the beauty of a skank.
Bud: Haha, what beauty? A crack head skank? You’re tellin’ me you would do a slutty, oily, sweaty, smelly dirty skank?
Vin: [I pause to think]
Bud: Haha See? You wouldn’t.
Vin: No, I was just thinking of some skanks I’ve met. You just don’t have a clue ‘cause you never get out. The skanks I’m thinking of—they’re the bomb man, I’d do ‘em in a heart beat!
Bud: You’re full of sh_t!
Vin: Fine, more for me, you’ll never know what your missing. A skank is like Heaven on Earth dude.
My buddy shakes his head, and just then a skank comes out of the liquor store and he starts cracking up.
Bud: Hey! What’s you’re tee-shirt say? [to the skank]
The skank turns around and shows him, it says “Guys and Brains Don’t Mix!”
Bud: Hey, I don’t agree with that!
Skank: You agree with this? [she lifts her shirt over her breasts.]
Bud: [Jaw drops]
Vin: Damn!
Skank: [puts her shirt back down.] You wanna help me carry this bag to my car?
My buddy helps her to her car, carrying her little bag full of probably smokes, condoms and booze. He comes back with a phone number and a big smile on his face.
Bud: Look what I got. Oh yeah baby! See how it’s done!
Vin: You got a phone number of a skank, wake up!!!
Bud: But you were just saying…
Vin: You gotta be choosey when you go skanking homer, not all skanks are equal. I can’t believe you just got pussy whipped by a skank.
Bud: Well I like this one, her name’s Sara.
Vin: I don’t care if her name’s Paris Hilton, you’ll need triple layer condoms with that one.
Bud: Don’t worry about it. Hey, I need to borrow your bike tomorrow night.
Vin: No way. Why?
Bud: I told her the bike was mine…