"I don't know why people would want to waste their time just looking at other people."
"Thank you all for your input. Sometimes it's hard to see things clearly when you're up in the middle of it and emotionally involved. I needed perspective from the outside looking in, and I appreciate it."
"It's actually a huge determinant of attractiveness."
"You are beautiful. Pass it on."
"As are you, Ms. Saffire."
The three friends sit at a penthouse, patio party fifty stories high in one of New York City's chic districts.
"What are your best and worst facial features, and, best or worst body features, Ms. Saffire?"
"I'm perfect in God's eyes," Ms. Saffire answers.
Suddenly, party crashers to the Penthouse patio party rage upon the scene smashing bottles over sides of railings onto below streets with fights breaking out between preppy adolescents and punks.
The band on a step-up stage scrambles to keep their equipment safe. Ms. Saffire and two friends sit nonchalantly on their Penthouse Party Poop Deck fifty stories high ready to fuck just about anybody but a preppy.
"Stop it!!!"
Ms. Saffire stands up from her chair at the mahogany picnic tables and shrieks so loud that everybody freezes in actions before throwing another beer bottle off of the Penthouse roof or anything else.
"Now, that I have your attention, I suggest an orgy. Preppy versus punk. Criteria, blah blah blah…"
"Thank you all for your input. Sometimes it's hard to see things clearly when you're up in the middle of it and emotionally involved. I needed perspective from the outside looking in, and I appreciate it."
"It's actually a huge determinant of attractiveness."
"You are beautiful. Pass it on."
"As are you, Ms. Saffire."
The three friends sit at a penthouse, patio party fifty stories high in one of New York City's chic districts.
"What are your best and worst facial features, and, best or worst body features, Ms. Saffire?"
"I'm perfect in God's eyes," Ms. Saffire answers.
Suddenly, party crashers to the Penthouse patio party rage upon the scene smashing bottles over sides of railings onto below streets with fights breaking out between preppy adolescents and punks.
The band on a step-up stage scrambles to keep their equipment safe. Ms. Saffire and two friends sit nonchalantly on their Penthouse Party Poop Deck fifty stories high ready to fuck just about anybody but a preppy.
"Stop it!!!"
Ms. Saffire stands up from her chair at the mahogany picnic tables and shrieks so loud that everybody freezes in actions before throwing another beer bottle off of the Penthouse roof or anything else.
"Now, that I have your attention, I suggest an orgy. Preppy versus punk. Criteria, blah blah blah…"
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