Ashley does it again.

Constantly surrounded by beautiful bitches. We calked a cab, picked up some loser d-bag and his skank whore at a fraternity house. If body language is any precursor this bag didn't get laid. Unfortunately neither did Ashley. It's alright though the gorgeous Mr. Schaeffer is no homewrecker and both of these beautiful bitches have boyfriends the likes of which are respected among the car dealing community. Surprisingly enough Ashley got his from the unlikeliest of culprits. You know who you are, don't wake my ass up for sex, I don't care how perfect your tits are. You're fucking out just like the Sigma Fuck Die Epsilon bag in the back of my fucking cab. Grant, post this shit now!