Whaaaaaaadup, Indiana?! Mmmmmmm, GODdamn you got a fine ass! Give The Pearl some pound, sweet tits. There you go. Niiiiiiice!!!
Listen here, sweetie ... The Pearl has a question to ask of you. Is there a giant mirror in Assembly Hall? Why do I ask, you say? That's easy, baby. 'Cause The Pearl can see himself in there. .[starts combing hair suavely]. The Pearl sees himself in there stalking the sidelines -- with or without a shirt ... your call -- and generally making love to winning.
Here's The Pearl's number, darling.. [hands over business card ... seductively mouths the words "call me" while holding his crotch]. Remember: The Pearl is hung like a Sudanese pack mule. If you think you can handle the girth and power, come get some.
Pearl out. Ciao.
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