Matt looked absolutely movieerotica distraught. "Who would movieerotica have guessed. I didn't know movieerotica." Matt grabbed Bill by the shirt and almost yanked him off his feet and half way across the table. Their drinks and everything else on the table scattered movieerotica. "Who movieerotica could have guessed."
"My fault, my fault," Matt sobbed. "All my freakin fault." Bill tried not to make too much of his movieerotica friends movieerotica borderline mental meltdown, tried pics to play it cool, not notice, as much for his friends sake as for the movieerotica benefit of the movieerotica looming bouncer. He gestured for the waitress pics, who quite reasonably looked dubiously to the bouncer for movieerotica some kind of instructions. Serve movieerotica? Don't serve? Bill threw her movieerotica his best "we'll be good, my friends movieerotica had a bad day, please please, pretty please" look movieerotica. She checked the bouncer who frowned thoughtfully, then gave a indefinite "go movieerotica ahead movieerotica but proceed cautiously" nod. She took their order and scurried away out of the danger zone.
Matt nodded and finished half a sixteen ounce beer in a gulp. Bill still couldn't believe Matt movieerotica's capacity.
"Tina..." Bill tried again. Matts eyes welled up with movieerotica tears. Bill had never seen this side movieerotica of Matt. The toughest guy he knew had a soft spot movieerotica after all and it was...
"Where?"
"I told her to use Chunky movieerotica Monkey."
"For a monkey, she has pets?
