When two people (usually guys) start talking about Call of Duty, exchange gamertags or whatever the hell PS3 calls it, and set a definitive time to play. Easier to arrange than normal dates.
Mac: Hey what are you gonna be doing after work?
Tod: Just got that Black Ops son.
Mac: NO SHIT?? Me too, XBOX or PS3??
Tod: XBOX 360 all the way dude.
Mac: Oh dude give me your gamertag and we'll rape some cats later.
Tod: It's a call of du-date.
Mac: Ok fag, hit me up later.
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Hot girl seen in adjacent vehicle in traffic. Common cause for fender benders. Identifiable by a very hot face.
I saw a traffic hottie yesterday and almost got hit by an 18-wheeler while looking at her.
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A true winner. A mystifying odyssey that refuses to stop calling itself Charlie Sheen. Also, a drug that will melt your face off and explode your body, unless you are Charlie Sheen when you take it. Again, so fucking winning it's ridiculous. He is self defined as a" High Priest Vatican Assassin Warlock", and clearly doesn't give a fuck if you don't understand it. Most of the time, and this includes naps, he's an F-18 bro, and he WILL destroy you in the air, if he doesn't deploy his ordinance to the ground of course. So clear the fuckin' way for Charlie Sheen because he is just that bi-winning.
I am on a drug. It's called CHARLIE SHEEN. It's not available. If you try it once, you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.
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