@kbkstc1997 — 68x breakout

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- What? - You just really, really spiced it up, eh? - Yeah. - Like a lot, though. - What? - You said "hey" with two Ys. - Yeah. - And then ended it in "he-he." - What's wrong with "he-he"? - "Ha-ha" is for work, "he-he" is for sex. - What? - Yeah. [gasps] - Oh, and the tongue emoji. - Yeah. - [moans] - Or it's like... - Oh, no, no. So you think he thinks it's a date? - [stammers] I don't know. - Maybe! - What time did he say to meet? - Seven o'clock. - Uh, that could go either way. Is it drinks or dinner? - Small bites. - Fuck small bites. It's inconclusive. - So what do I do? - I-I can't not go, right? - So what do I do? - I-I can't not go, right? - Yeah. But does the fish want to hire you or fuck you? - Oh, no. - I don't wanna fuck a fish. - Yeah. - Speaking of fish, though. - Dragon roll with ranch? - [Billie] Thank you. - How did it go with that guy last night? - Oh, with my informational? - Yeah. - Oh, yeah, it was great. It was awesome. And it very much was an informational. - Good. - So... [chuckles] - Ooh. What? - You have a hickey. - You have a hickey, Billie. - No, no, no, no. - No, no, no, no. - Okay. It is good. - Do you know how hard it is to make career connections? - And then apparently people actually write back - when they think that sex is on the table. - Huh. - So I can have it all. - I'm having sex and I'm networking. - I'm sex-working. - Oh, no. - No. [phone chimes] - Oh, I just got an email from the VP of a medical sales company. - You wanna work in medical sales? - I could wanna work in medical sales. [Scott] Yeah, I'll be home around 10:30. Okay? - Yeah, honey. Sorry I missed dinner. - All right, I love you too. Bye. - Hey, Scott, quick question. Uh, who the hell was that? [chuckles] - My wife, Christine. - Your wife, Christine? [chuckles] - You okay, Bills? - Uh, No, actually. Scott "the pervert" Ritger over here is married. - Wow. - Yeah. - And he was gonna fuck me like a sociopath and then go home to his loving wife, Christine. - Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Shame on you. - Shame! - Actually, you know what? - You're lucky this is empty. - Yeah. Good-bye, lottery ticket. - Are you out of your mind? I wasn't gonna have sex with you. I was here to offer you a job. - Your email made it sound like this was a networking thing. - You even sent the little thing with the tongue out on the side. - It's self-deprecating. That's a work thing, not a sex thing. [muttering] ...for this shit... - Okay, so no more of that. - Yeah, thank God. - You know, I did learn a lot, though. - Yeah? - Yeah, like, uh... - Oh, did you know that locksmiths get pensions? - You wanna be a locksmith? - I could wanna be a locksmith. - You go, girl.

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What? You just really, really spiced it up, eh? Yeah. Like a lot, though. What? You said "hey" with two Ys. Yeah. And then ended it in "he-he." What's wrong with "he-he"? "Ha-ha" is for work, "he-he" is for sex. What? Yeah. [gasps] Oh, and the tongue emoji. Yeah. [moans] Or it's like... Oh, no, no. So you think he thinks it's a date? [stammers] I don't know. Maybe! What time did he say to meet? Seven o'clock. Uh, that could go either way. Is it drinks or dinner? Small bites. Fuck small bites. It's inconclusive. So what do I do? I-I can't not go, right? So what do I do? I-I can't not go, right? Yeah. But does the fish want to hire you or fuck you? Oh, no. I don't wanna fuck a fish. Yeah. Speaking of fish, though. Dragon roll with ranch? [Billie] Thank you. How did it go with that guy last night? Oh, with my informational? Yeah. Oh, yeah, it was great. It was awesome. And it very much was an informational. Good. So... [chuckles] Ooh. What? You have a hickey. You have a hickey, Billie. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. Okay. It is good. Do you know how hard it is to make career connections? And then apparently people actually write back when they think that sex is on the table. Huh. So I can have it all. I'm having sex and I'm networking. I'm sex-working. Oh, no. No. [phone chimes] Oh, I just got an email from the VP of a medical sales company. You wanna work in medical sales? I could wanna work in medical sales. [Scott] Yeah, I'll be home around 10:30. Okay? Yeah, honey. Sorry I missed dinner. All right, I love you too. Bye. Hey, Scott, quick question. Uh, who the hell was that? [chuckles] My wife, Christine. Your wife, Christine? [chuckles] You okay, Bills? Uh, No, actually. Scott "the pervert" Ritger over here is married. Wow. Yeah. And he was gonna fuck me like a sociopath and then go home to his loving wife, Christine. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Shame on you. Shame! Actually, you know what? You're lucky this is empty. Yeah. Good-bye, lottery ticket. Are you out of your mind? I wasn't gonna have sex with you. I was here to offer you a job. Your email made it sound like this was a networking thing. You even sent the little thing with the tongue out on the side. It's self-deprecating. That's a work thing, not a sex thing. [muttering] ...for this shit... Okay, so no more of that. Yeah, thank God. You know, I did learn a lot, though. Yeah? Yeah, like, uh... Oh, did you know that locksmiths get pensions? You wanna be a locksmith? I could wanna be a locksmith. You go, girl.

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