AT THE BOYZ TABLE
PART II AT THE BOYZ TABLE
JONES: Guys, settle down, settle down. But I think you all should take it easy on the hard drinks.
PAUL: Come on, what on earth is in these bottles that makes them so tempting? One more bottle and next...
HERMAN: Yes, and what comes next? Say it loud and clear!
MARK: Women! The wicked beings with two peaks above, a deep valley below, and two thicker hills beside. JONES: Oh boy, you’re more than just tipsy.
HERMAN: Speaking of tipsy and those thick hips, Jones, you haven’t yet filled us in on what happened between you and Serena.
JONES: Men, that’s a married woman, you know. It’s not right to talk about another man’s wife like that.
MARK: Or is she your wife? Come on, man, give us the scoop.
PAUL: No, guys, that’s not right. Just imagine if it were your wife. Picture walking into a gathering and hearing some random ex-boyfriend discussing your wife like that. I mean, even if it were your wife, what would you do? Come on, man, spill the beans and stop this silly game.
HERMAN & MARK: Now you’re speaking sense.
MARK: Come on, man, just say it. It’s true that the truth will always com
e out, but if you keep it bottled up for too long, you might end up with typhoid dysentery. JONES: Guys, if Cindy finds out about this, I’m in big trouble.
HERMAN: Stop the nonsense. Who says she doesn’t know? Or do you think she’s naive? JONES: Good point, what a clever response. If she’s not naive, then I must be surrounded by the biggest fools. If she already knows, then what about you guys?
PAUL: Papa, leave the reasoning to the professors. Please, this isn’t a classroom. Just tell us how things went down between you two. We all know that when a man disappears with a woman, there’s usually only one possibility among a million.
MARK: Jones, cut the nonsense, please. Don’t make me spill another drink.
JONES: Alright, fine. We all know she has an incredibly attractive body that requires a lot of effort. When she desires something, she goes after it. Her determination is fierce, and the worst part is she never seems to tire. She’s the type who won’t back down or give up. I’m not sure what else you all want me to say. I won’t delve into the childish, unpleasant details.
HERMAN: Alright, my friend, what I really want to know is if Mister Money from Dubai never showed up, would you have ended up marrying her? We all know that was her goal.
MARK: Alright, alright, everyone, let’s not turn this into a drama and take it too far. He’s not going to give us the juicy details, so that’s the end of it. The discussion is done.
PAUL: Jones... High five… You’re a fortunate man. Just give me a moment to finish this bottle… I say you’re the luckiest guy alive. I mean, four gorgeous women, all vying for your attention. Oh boy, tell me, are you the only man alive with a functioning third leg? JONES: And what about all the poor girls whose hearts you’ve subjected to unimaginable levels of emotional turmoil? The list is longer than... ……..To be continued
