Women love me. I simply cannot help it.
One time I walked around with a dead dog strapped to my back and some woman propositioned me. I thought the dead carcass alone would do the trick, guess not.
M.O.D. does fairly well for himself too, I might add. He was pulling these two women, Sally and Gertrude, methinks were their names. 50ish, combined weight of 700 kilos, quite the score I might add.
My cigar was laced with PCP and M.O.D took a hit and started convulsing, so the two cows had to sit near him to console him.
Then, M.O.D slipped some cipro into my drink, and tried to hack into my "members only" section in my car.
Bastard.