No costumes but sometimes we'd make up stories about being a racecar driver, a stuntman, some bullshit... one time I convinced a girl I worked at a rodeo and was the guy that tied the rope around the bulls balls to get it agitated.
Hell, two weeks ago some guy walked up to our table at a bar to bum a cigarette with an Australian accent. One of the girls with us is from New Zealand so they hit it off and you could see her panties get soaked talking to this dude... so they went back to the hot tub at her place and after about an hour he gave it up and admitted he was from Plano and the whole thing was BS. I think it will take her a few months to get over that creepshow.
Whatever, the game works until it doesn't, right?
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