Heyyy Suzy, why can't you remember,
that when you saw it, it was during December.
You have to realize,
that it's not always about size,
The only time that you should worry,
is if I hurry and get some in your eyesss.

Suzy, this just isn't fair,
just because I don't have a foot-long,
doesn't mean I haven't got a pairrr,
you're such a squarrre,
why do you carrre,
we make such a great pairrr,
and I always complimented you on your
Hairrr...

Well I guess this is the way it has to be,
you can't get past the fact I have a small pee-pee,
It seems that that is just how the world is these days,
a girl sees that I'm a little short,
Then she becomes a whiner,
even though the root of the problem,
is that she has a huge vaaaaaaaaaaaagina.

Club:
Wes: Yeah hey there babe can I get you a cup of natty ice?
Samantha: Excuse me?
Wes: Whoo this place is bumpin' im soooo wasted!
Samantha: Sure, please leave.
Wes: *in his best Swingers accent*, whatever, this place is dead anyway.

Job search:
*Wes opens a job search engine and starts inputting his job preferences*
Are you at least 18 years old (Y) [x] (N) [ ]
Are you eligible to work in the U.S. (Y) [x] (N) [ ]
Times Available:
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AM x         x
PM x  x     x    x  x
Results: We're sorry, no jobs available match your preferences, please try again later.

Home:
*Wes is smoking weed, drinking a beer, and playing RHCP loudly on his laptop. All of a sudden his land lord knocks on the door...*
Greg: Hey Wes it's Greg, you got your rent?
*Wes realizes the money he borrowed to play his rent has been spent...elsewhere.*
Wes: *to himself* fuck, shit, crap...umm umm....*Greg un-towels the door, takes his hat off the smoke detector, and uses some Visine, he opens the door to talk to Greg* Yeah it's here somewhere I'll get it to you tomorrow.
Greg: Alright, but tomorrow is your last chance.
*When Greg leaves Wes runs next to ask his neighbor for the money, he knocks and the door opens*
Wes: Hey do you have 100 bux I can borrow.
Samantha: *laughing* No, I don't *Slams door*

4 Years Later...
A black BMW pulls up to the window.
Wes: Thirteen twenty three is your total.
*Wes, who now works at McBurger, looks down at the car to see a happy couple*
Greg: Oh hey buddy, finally got a job I see, maybe now you can pay me that rent you owed me before you vanished.
Samantha: *laughing* Yeah, and maybe you can buy yourself a pack of natty while you're at it.
Wes: Yeah, well, I rented your mom's natty last night, OH!!!