So this week will be the big Wes finally gets laid episode. Of course he tries to portray it as if he got tired of waiting for Johana to bang him and went out and got something else, as if he hasn't been trying desperately to get somebody, anybody to wet his weenie.
Johana met this bartender named Leo and let him walk her home holding hands, 6th grade-stylee. Does it strike anyone else as odd that motherfucking Degrassi Street is way more grown up than The Real World these days? I mean, those kids are fucking and everything. What's the deal with this opposite ends of the couch bullshit?
Perhaps she realizes that PWB is watching her every move via closed-circuit video? I guess tickling Lil' Handi's nub just wasn't enough of an outlet for her. At this point, you do kind of wish someone would touch something - preferably:
A) Leo's hand on Johana's boob, which would just be awesome.
B) PWB's hand on her own cat. You know she's thinking about it.
So Wes goes out to some curiously empty bar and meets this broad who's obviously impressed by the fact that he's got a camera crew following him around. She's all like, "Take me home, I want to see the house. Where's your bedroom?"
So they fucked. PWB got all creeped out about it. You can tell she wanted to join in or check it out on the security cameras and tickle her own nub, so to speak. Afterwards, she can't find her shirt, but he doesn't want to keep her around long enough to find it.
Wes calls one of his boys at Lamda Alpha Whatever and declares his intentions to bag Johana. "She's playing games as if it's a sport," claims Wes, "but we'll see what it's like now that I've got a whole city of girls that want to play with me." Wasn't there a Backstreet Boys song about this?
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