Who wants to be the Freak of the Week? You are the lucky one to get chosen, because you look so fresh and special. My name is B (for Bryan), and your name is G (for Good reader). I take you out to my jeep and drive you back to my house. Once we’re all alone, we can talk on the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hello, this is B. I wish to talk to G.”
“Hi, B. This is G. I’m at home with my girlie: a super fine chick who’s ready to begin offering me some delicacies.”
Now I show up at your house with a torch.
“Yo, B, what are you doing out there, so late at night?”
“Yo, G, I’m searching for my contact lens.”
“Are you lying?”
“No.”
“Well then, in that case, why don’t you come inside and meet my girlie? She is really nice and her hair has volume.”
“Alright. Hello, gal. My name is B for Bryan.”
“Wow, Sir, you look like a leading man from a Hollywood movie.”
“You are not lying. My appearance is attractive because I use chromium.”
“Chromium?” she pauses and stares for a while; then adds: “Oh, chromium! Yes, of course: chromium — now I remember that stuff.”
“Yeah, you probably tried it one time yourself, my friends, and that’s the truth.”
The delicacies mentioned above are now served on hubcaps.
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