Hey! Well it turns out you’re a scum bag. Yes you’ve slept your way through every slut in your complex, the girl’s field hockey team, and most of the B squad at Balloons. Along the way you were lucky enough to snag a scorching case of herpes as well. Fortunately, you just so happen to be the top medical researcher in the region. A few late nights at the lab and BAM, fucking cure for herpes my man.
Could there be any better motivation to cure a painful and embarrassing disease than actually having it? There’s only one thing you can think about when you got the herp and that’s curing the herp.
So now you can stop going to “the meetings” right? Wrong. You’ve been cleaning up at these things, and bonus you can nail all these chicks raw dog because you got the same std’s. Nailing some broad with the herp isn’t going to make your dick fall off any faster right? These girls need it too, most dudes can smell a herp ridden broad from a country mile (except you), so what do you do?
You have the cure to one of the most embarrassing and blatantly obvious (during a flare up) STD’s on the planet. You were two seconds away from ending those annoying valtrex commercials and yet you find your self at a cross roads. Do I cure the herp or do I nail slutty herp ridden chicks with no bag and then cure myself on the weekend to do the same to herp free chicks? Me…..I’m already in the lab cooking up a cure for AIDS because those chicks are mad easy, and you don’t have to worry about them calling you out of the blue in a few years.
The Bagel
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