Not only is this social suicide, but its also on par with "I have a puppy in the back of my car" in terms of creepster potential. Especially when your the manager of Hot and Crusty. Sure buddy! Your friends are running some castings? Sure have my phone number! Oh the castings are in a warehouse in Bensonhurst? Great! I'll be there will bells on... and my pepper spray and rape whistle. If tempting girls with the prospect of being an extra in your pal's experimental auteur film (porno) is your style for pussy-acquisition, you are in fact a douchebag, and a really creepy one at that. Next time, try these fail-safe lines instead "I'm a DJ", "I'm in banking and live in Sty-town", or "Wanna see my wiener?".
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