What can YOU say in six sentences?
My buddy Danny and I are hanging on Broadway and checking the action when we see this fox, I mean Sweet Cheeks and then some, stewing in front of this steak house that sits on the other side of the street.
She's checking her watch and it's starting to look from the set of her jaw that someone's in trouble whenever he gets there, assuming he shows in the first place.
Of course, the thought that he wouldn't show is absurd: she's blonde, built for speed, and wearing a dress that's illegal in states where Romney's a shoo-in, and I swear to God, if she cut your throat what you'd smell is magnolias, thinking you'd made it to heaven at last.
Danny's off like a shot, through four lanes of traffic, arms pumping, man, and he skids to a stop in front of her there, and says to her, "Sorry I'm late."
She gives him a look and then busts out laughing, and tells him, "You're right on time."
They go into the steak house, she no doubt hoping that Late Nate will look in and die, which says to me that she's got a mean streak, which Danny likes, along with that dress, and I don't see him again for three weeks.