When its getting towards closing time, and everyone's cocked, you look over to the other side of the bar and that girl thats drooling drunk... yeah, she's a layup. At this point, she'll go home with anyone with a pulse. No extra effort needed, easy layup.
Mike: its gettin late man
Steve: You're hopeless Mike, at this point, layup's your only option.
Mike: Yeah, i need a layup and i need one yesterday. oh thank god, theres Welma! She'll do.
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