How about we make a bet about my 'imaginary wife'?

How about we get a cup of coffee, and we all sit down and have a lovely chat.

If you think I'm lying about my wife, my life, or if you believe I've made anything up...you'll win, and get the bragging rights.

If I win, and you happen to be hot...we'll all go get tested together, if you're hot, that is, and fuck like wild animals.

How's that for a bet?

I haven't met a girl yet I couldn't satisfy, or completely wear out.

I already called Gen out, or rather, the dude who posts for her...now it's your turn.

Let's see what you got, chickenshit.

Having you piss on me might be fun, by the way. That is, as long as you're really, really fucking hot, and test negative for ALL diseases.

That might be fun.

Of course, you won't be getting money for this little excursion, since we do not, and never will, pay ANYONE to have sex with us.

By the way, Maynard ain't gay. And yes, I do speak to him quite often. He's a pretty intelligent guy, too. I also happen to know Mr. Brian Warner. Not that you'd know who that is. He ain't gay, either. He fucked Jenna Jameson.

You don't know me, and you don't know who I know.

However, if you aren't a chickenshit, it might be fun to know you.

Ball in your court.

The Outsider