TWO 40 SOMETHING YEAR OLD MARRIED DUDES WITH KIDS AT A BAR, WAITING FOR A YOUNGER SINGLE DUDE TO SHOW UP BEFORE THEY GO TO ANOTHER BAR

"HAHA! Dude, that is some funny fuckin' shit right there!"
"Hey, man, you know, that's like one of the biggest reasons why I knew I could trust my wife. She was like the only chick who was ever totally honest about my penis size."
"Dude, your girl's a fuckin' riot, man! Suzy fuckin' loves her!"
"Thanks, man... Yeah, it's pretty cool how they've started hanging out."
"Yeah, man. It's hard up here... Dude, there was this chick I used to fuck back in college who used to call my dick the 'bulldozer'."
"Haha. What?"
"I mean, it was like so fucking stupid. Like, you know, I'm just an average guy with an average sized penis. And it's like she even knew I knew some of the other guys who had fucked her. I had this friend, Rick, from high school; I knew for sure he had fucked her. And Rick was like this fuckin' six foot four, two hundred and thirty pound fuckin' monster. We wrestled together. He was like heavyweight state champion and shit."
"You wrestled? Dude, I wrestled too! 157. I mean, this was Connecticut not Iowa."
"Yeah, you almost had to wrestle where I was from. God, I hated that fuckin' shit."
"Oh, man, me too."
"I mean like I fucking HATED it! Anyway, I mean, like no joke, this dude's dick was like... I don't know, like I swear to God it was like as big around as this glass."
"Haha. Damn... Hey, where is this fuckin' asshole anyway? It's like almost 9:00. Like he invites us out and then..."
"Yeah, I don't know about him anymore. It's like he never fucking listens to anything I say. It's always about him and all his acting bullshit. I mean, dude, I used to do commercials. Like I'm still signed with Innovative... At least I think I am. But I mean that's how we bought our fucking house and shit!"
"Yeah, I know, man, but he's just young, you know. I mean, I'm sure we were both fuckin' douche-bags too at that age."
"Yeah, I don't know. I guess he can be pretty fuckin' funny sometimes, I'll give him that. I wish him well, you know, but..."
"Hey, man, don't you ever wish you could go back in time like, you know, like be sort of like a ghost or something you know, like be able to watch your wife the way she was before you guys even met and like listen to her talk to her girlfriends and interact with dudes and shit?"
"Fuck that shit, I'd want to watch her get pounded by like each and every one of her fucking boyfriends! I mean, just to see what that looks like, you know. Fuck man, I think about that shit all the time."
"Oh man, me too! I mean, what is that shit? What the hell's wrong with us?"
"I don't know, man, but I'm like all hung up on all sorts of shit like that. Like my mother's friends, you know, from back when I was a kid. Oh, man, there was this one friend of my mother's, this chick she worked with. She was SO FUCKING HOT! Reba, or wait, maybe it was Reva? Anyway, oh man, she was like, uh, she was like this fucking smokin' hot like Latino-ish fuckin'... FUCK, MAN! I mean, she had these big fuckin' heavy fuckin' titties and this great big ass! Awe, man, women were like, I don't know, they were just fuckin' WOMEN back then, you know? There's just something about it. I don't know, I just, you know, it's like it was all just so fuckin' MMM!"
"Yeah, I know what you're saying. Things were just, I don't know. Things are different now. Maybe it's just us, you know, gettin' older?"
"I don't know. I see beautiful woman all the time in the city, but something's just different, something's missing."
"Maybe it's just internet porn? You know, like maybe we've just seen too much shit? Maybe we're all just too desensitized?"
"Yeah, that's probably true."
"Hey, have you seen the new Frontline, the one about like the disparity of wealth and shit?"
"No, I haven't. Is it good?"
"Oh, man, it's fucking awesome. It's called Park Avenue... something. A lot of it's about this one building on Park Avenue where all these billionaires live. It's supposedly like the highest concentration of personal wealth in America."
"I'll check it out. Hey, what are you guys doing for thanksgiving?"
"Uh, we're driving down to her folks."
"How long is that drive, like four or five hours?"
"No, man, it's like seven or eight."
"That sucks."
"Yeah. What about you guys?"
"Looks like we're just staying here."
"Dude, that's awesome!"
"I know... Hey, where do you want to go, the Hop? This place fuckin' sucks."
"The Hop closes at like nine or some shit."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, I think on weekdays they do. I was thinking we would go the Roundhouse. That Phil dude's usually working."
"Hey, what's up with that guy?"
"He's cool."
"Did he really used to be a model?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"I don't get it, like what's he doin'?"
"I guess he's a writer."
"What does he write?"
"I don't know."
"You want another beer? Oh, wait, here he is. Haha, look at that fucker."
"Hey, brother!"
"Hey, man."
"How you guys doin'?"