When we were kids we had this friend name Pat, we called him "Grub". Grub was an excellent wing man.
The three of us were a team. Grub would play stupid while James and I would meet girls and get phone numbers, it worked perfectly. We would introduce ourselves and Grub would grunt on cue, the girls would laugh, we would start making jokes, and boom, now we have cute girls wanting to hang with us.
Unfortunately all good things must come to an end.
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