Except they weren't. Before I know it, before anyone knows it, turns into a fucking playgirl club. It was like someone had alerted the male nudity police telling em they got a job to do. The girlfriends must have had a group discount or something but there was one for every girl, a baker's dozen.

[Bullshit, it's all bullshit. Larry just keeps on talking. The thread is spinning in his brain and getting more elaborate and flimsy like a spider's web. Surely, the kid has to know.]

Wherever they got these fellas from didn't have much food or something, they were lean. Probably strapped for cash like myself [Reminding the kid. Larry takes a sip] because they were ready to take it all off except for this piss poor excuse for underwear. Ridiculous.