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Dear Mythbusters…

Tattooed, bare-chested male #1: You could definitely walk a dog out here.
Tattooed, bare-chested male #2: You cannot! If you bring a dog onto a hot ass fuckin’ boardwalk, the heat does not escape through his balls or his tongue.

–Coney Island Boardwalk, New York

Overheard by: SMS

She Doesn’t Count Those Pregnancies, Either

Spin-doctor chick: Well, really I’ve only slept with three guys.
Realistic chick: Ha! It’s been way more than that. After your last year in college, you’d have to be up to six.
Spin-doctor chick: Yeah, but two of them were really bad and one was too drunk to finish, so those three don’t count.

–Nantucket, Massachusetts

Overheard by: silently smirking

What You Want to Steer Away from Is the Shield Volcano Kind

Tony: So, tell me about them.
Ralph: Her tits?
Tony: Yeah.
Ralph: Okay, you know those kinda tits — the Mount Everest kind?
Tony: Yeah, yeah…
Ralph: And you know those kinda tits — the Mount Whitney kind?
Tony: Uh-huh.
Ralph: They were a cross between those.
Tony: Ohhh. Solid, man, solid.

–The Hamptons, New York