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Originally Posted by thathottnurse
You okay? I started to get worried. Those little Asian fuckers don't mess around.
Was he tall? Taller asians have an above average Tom Cruise complex. Fucking wicked as hell.
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It was a long night. Shortly after midnight, a caucasian dude joined the interrogation. He paced around the room in what appeared to be a figure 8 that slowly devolved into an elliptical semi-circle, all the while repeating over and over "I'm a cute guy, I'm a cute guy, I'm a cute guy. Momma said so. Momma said. Momma said so." Then it got weird.....
A pale, redheaded woman in her early 20's entered the room at about 2 a.m. (or, as she put it, "Oh-two-hundred hours.") Dressed in camo, and armed with a drop camera, a snake, a foot locker filled with comic books, and a ream of freshly printed leaflets explaining the evils of condoms, she sat down in the middle of the room and began to eat an entire 5 pound bag of Hershey's Kisses.
What happened after that is kind of a blur. I vaguely recall the redheaded girl in camo fashioning a crude hat of some sort out of the left over Hershey's Kisses wrappers, and the caucasian guy showing us a photo album filled with nothing but pictures of license plates, but I can't be sure if any of that really happened or if it all was just a figment of my sleep deprived imagination. All I know for sure is that a heavily tattooed man, who kept yelling "Fuck Yeaaaaaahhhhhh!", burst into the room at around 4 and rescued me. He then drove me to a deserted strip club parking lot, promised he would give me a favorable "review" even though nothing happened, and advised me to never charge less than $300 an hour for my services 'cause "those are the rules." He also suggested that I get a bunch of tattoos. I said "Cool," grabbed a cab, and here I am having breakfast with Amanda Bynes and my Asian interrogator in the back room of what appears to be a "bath house" or "spa" of some sort that reeks of the smell of cabbage.