I can't help but top myself, just another chill day preppin for this weekend. As I took care of myself, ladies dig the alphas who keep themselves trim and cut if you know what I mean. Newest club on the drag throws open the doors of opportunity. I dont strut in like some damn fool, I got my hat to take care of that. I'm cruzin up the bar when I spy an hb7. I'm down. Why down for hb7, damn son, let me tell you. you turn over an hb-seven, then come eleven! She's got friends, and you got it, no joke. You (or I in this case) is it. period. So i slammed a 5 hour prior to our engagement. tell her im up in IT, makin things happen back at the shop. Chit chat about iphone apps and she shows me her phone. instantly i gain kino, escalate it up to a nine. She's all ditzy, and after a few bullblasters my bull was ready to blast son. She hits up the bar, i let her cash out, and we head out. as we head out she sees the asthma inhaler Igot strapped to my hat! She freaks. I tell her to check her tone, ring ring, and cool it down. I got a caffine shot in there. Its the newest thing. I yell "playa's dont know about my In-hal-er!!" the group around me busts up and start sayin "in-hayyy-leerrrrrr!" and throw our hands up in the air. so I tell 'em its an energy shot but with direct to your head." We headed out and had the wildest time, beyond f-close to f-closer! you gotta try this out, its small enough not to be noticed but when they do you got a success man! sarge it!