Flairs: Trucker’s Delight
No, seriously, we just come for the chicks
Women flock to gamers that are jacked. Video games keep them away from drinking the empty calories of alcohol and focused on completing whatever fake mission they’ve bestowed themselves on for the night. I know a couple that shoot roids and play video games all night. They attract many a girl and give them the non-attention that goes with pulling-in a woman along with a body these one-nighters can brag to their friends about. Music is their Viagra but that doesn’t fiddle-in till the last D-ball wears off. If only their dicks were as big as their muscles. Luckily for them half the women out there get off on visual-clittorus stimulation.
If I was a horse I’d eat a hog, if I was hung like one I’d fuck at least one a week. Thankfully I’m neither. I’m Chi-Chi Rodriguez after a bad golf outing in Macao taking out any frustration on any fortunate water girl that lies in the path of any one of my bouncing clubs that straddle that green line of demarcation. If only I played golf and hung out in exotic locales.
This Trucker’s Delight by Flairs is one of the few songs you should actually hook your stereo up to your tv and play as you throw a party at your mom’s house while she’s out-of-town, especially if you have an affinity for classic 8-bit video games. You may even get lucky and have the one solo girl you invite to your party show some nipple. And if you happen to be a roided-up gamer, at least this video may help you feel the moment as you get ready to take down whatever shallow insecure feminine person that happens to be in your presence at four in the morning after you conquer your most recent gaming session.
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