Heinous Locker-Room Talk of Philosophical Men

a: but she’s fucking gorgeous.

b: but the parkinson’s?

a: yeah. the p-fucking-d.

b: crazy. parkinson’s. shit. that’s some serious point scoring with the world though, you know?

a: damn straight. that’s part of it too. that’s like what i’m kind of trying to relate in this fucking situation. i was like all up on this chick and shit, you know? we were going vertical with the horizontal, and this parkinson’s, fuck, the parkinson’s made it like fucking crazy. all those random jittery shakes and shit. it was fucking amazing.

b: fuck. parkinson’s. the pd. that’s some serious shit man. fucking parkinson’s.

a: that’s right. fucking parkinson’s, like michael j. fucking fox and a bag of popcorn. and i was so like taken by her too. something about her just drove me pit-over-pendulum wild.

b: ain’t that about’a bitch.

a: let’s think strategically for a sec.

b: got it. i see. let’s make the course fucking clear here. um…

a: yeah. there’s a hump in the street down there, you know, on grand avenue, for drainage i guess, and all the one-way lanes, you know when there’s no parking on the street, like during rush hour, and it seems, i don’t know, kind of…