For the next week he did nothing but thinking about Big Pat's words...
Finally, he decided to follow his wise friend's senile grandma's advice...(and the Pet Shop Boys)...and told Smitty and Will his plan to...get himself a West End Girl!!!!...
Next friday, they just filled their pockets with money and-of course- lots of balloons for the party...! ....and walked through the suburbs...
The guys wanted some heavy action...so, by the time they arrived there...they didn't think much and looked for the first red light on the street, knocked and got in..for as much action as their weekly paycheck could get them.
"The new guy" was just laughing at them, but not really participating..it was funny..now that he was there, with enough money to get a nice ride and a fully loaded gun in his pants.. haha....he just lost the impulse for going for it...
It's just that..all the girls there were like all the girls he had met before...just tramps...some pretty, some not so pretty, some fun to be with...others very skilled in the arts of making a man go "whoooa!"... but none of them had that "something else" he was looking for.
So, he sat down in a little seventies livingroom, next to an old jukebox...and played some music while the boys were getting some.
He spent all of his money in that jukebox..'til he just fell asleep in the couch.
In between dreams he heard something...but thought it was part of a dream...felt a kiss on the cheeck...tried to open his eyes...and saw 3 beautiful girls laughing at him and then running through the corridor.
Was it a dream?
Suddenly hee felt this blanket covering his body and thought..."West End Girls aren't that bad after all".
They were all gone by the time he was awakened by his friends... and this old big breasted redhead with all her make up messed up...
"My name is Martha- she said-...and why are you wearing all of my daughters' clothes, honey?
Suggested soundtrack: Irresponsables by Babasónicos.
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