Mary Elizabeth Winstead Nude Scene on ScandalPlanet.Com

if you can call it that, was with this guy.

You can call him that.

Joe.

I get a call from a friend one morning, she's been *****.

That's not the funny part.

The part was real.

So I go with her to the cops.

And it's, you know, not a warm room.

Bunch of old bloated white guys being like,

"Well, if you don't remember nothing,

how do you know you was *****?"

Woman's intuition.

Of course, my vagina's blown to pieces.

I swear, if men were ***** as much as women,

there'd be an automatic death penalty for *******.

So we gotta go to the Bronx.

And in walks Joe.

He takes us to the Bronx, and he's chatting in the car,

and once he knows I'm in the business,

he starts talking about film,

he's been an extra for Marty,

he's in comedy, blah, blah, blah.

As we get out of the car,

I *** you not,

just as I'm about to take my friend in for her **** test,

he hands us his headshot.

What do I like about him?

Nothing.

At least he's hot.

He fucks me right.

So who cares?

And yes, he hits me. He's a cop. Duh.

How am I doing?

Keeps me from falling ****** during sex.

Thank you.

Good night.