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You know the deal, title is self-explanatory.

by choice:
Shellie-Head Secretary
Myself-P.I.M.P.

And we work from there, if you want in.

You cannot be the P.I.M.P./P.I.M.P.E.T.T.E. in charge of the entire organization.

No arguments or anything ridiculous, your not God, you don't have super powers, just do what you please in the manners of a P.I.M.P./P.I.M.P.E.T.T.E. Secretary, a connection, or whatever you wanna be.

There are 4 rotwiler guard dogs in the front entrance, as well as the security system for the entire organization, anything else you wish to have is up to you. No SHOOT-OUTs or anything completely ridiculous, just have fun.

A pimp on an internet forum?

I was thinking that. But while Im here where do I go for FUN

Okay, so, what do we do again?

*whistle and points to Shellie's desk, to make an appointment, and walks down into basement to get hair trimmed and styled*

How simply do I have to say:

IT'S A HANG OUT, HAVE FUN.

*sits at desk looking hot*

*reads book while getting hair trimmed and styled* So Mike, how's the ladies in your town? Mike:Ahh you know, they come an do, what can ya go, ya know? *as he trims and styles my hair* I hear that, I hear that*

*continues to look hot and smiles* anyone interested in a P.I.M.P. name....look here....



http://www.playerappreciate.com/pimphandle.asp

Why am i not surprised

Silver Tongue Lache Large

Gee, I dunno ashley. It's a hang-out and you people act confused.

Fine Ass Dressler Dazzle

Don't call me Ashley! I'm Silver Tongue Lache Large

Gotcha Silver. And you pick one of the names to call me, Mr. Jp is still on the table.

I like....Mr. Jp

So I've heard, very many times. *pays Mike his $100, and heads upstairs* Cya tomorroa Mike. Mike:Peace kid. *slips on a Shady cap, slanted sideways*

*sits there looking at you* And what was the point in a cut and style if you're going to wear a hat?

Wow Im glad Im not a pimp Delicious Rob Sweetness- what the hell kind of name is that?

Every point, I had to check out the sizing of the hat, or else it has to be sent back. *slips off the hat and nods to one of the clothing organizers Gina in approval* It's fine, thanks girl. Gina:Oh good, well then everyone else's should be alright to. Good to know *checks small spikes in the front of hair before setting hat on rack, and sitting back down*

*roll eyes* Whateva P.I.M.P.

Silver Tongue


hey girl...whats up ?

Oh come on, don't throw me an attitude Silver, you know you love me.

my pimp name is Reverend Doctor B. Flex

*shines name plate on desk : Treacherous michelle Sweetness*

*stands up and flips you off* Now if you don't mind Roxanne needs to get me dressed. NO PEAKING!!!!! *walks off*

*walks into bedroom and to new outfit on bed, with "Fine Ass Dressler Dazzle" printed on the red hat, red PIMP jacket, and along the pant legs of the pants* Now THIS is big pimpin 24/7!

*cocks an eyebrow* yeah how about you keep that attitude out of the headquarters? Jimmy: Damn, that girl really has a problem wit you. Shut up amateur, maybe if you start pulling in more then a quarter of a mil a night, you'd get more respect. Brenda:Yeah, tell his ass Mr. Jp! *stands up and walks off to the "green Room"*

*walks out in tight leather flarred pants that shows of my tattoo on my back and diamond danggling belly button ring and a black leather halter*

Tommy:I told you Dave, STOP hoggin the reefer! Is he doin that again? *snatches it out of Dave's hand and puffs, before passing to Tommy* Tommy:Yeah, lil ***** can't even hold his blunt right. Tsh, what a puss.

*sits down* Yo Mr J! Got any drinks in this place!?

Greg:Uhhh, I aint paid to stand behind the bar lookin pretty girl, why else you think I'm here? *Greg adjusts the towel on his shoulder*

Big pimpin?

*looks at greg* bite me.
Give me the hardest thing you got

Hey Shells....i'm doing good babes. How about you?

Greg:Other then the fist I'm bout to serve.....*Greg reaches under the bar and pulls out a bottle of vodka, opens it, and pours Silver a shot, and passes it to her*

*Walks out of the "green room" with Tommy and Dave who is quivering*

Dave man, you can't handle weed for shit, amateurs porn stars handle more then he can handle in weed stuff man! Tommy:LMAO! Yeah!

*rolls eyes* Yo Greg forgot your tip! *wave a hundred in the air*

*Greg snatches it from Silver* Greg:Ain't that fast, thanks sweet cheeks.

*Greg goes back to cleaning mugs*

*Walks to the living room, with a ridiculously large entertainment center and jumps on one of the 7 seated couches and relaxes*

When you got work Tommy?
Tommy:7-10 tonight. You?
11-3 am, dead hours.
Tommy:LOL sucks.
Dave:I'm off.
NOBODY cares, your off cuz you suck, your hoes don't even respect you, hell nobody else.
Dave:You guys are dicks.
Yeah and?

I respect Dave....hysterical

LMAO! See, you just made Silver almost piss her damn self. She hates you, more then she hates me, and we couldn't have anymore of a love/hate relationship.
Dave: She's stupid, she can go get....dead.
Tommy:Oh yeah, that was a great comeback buddy.
I'd love to see her whip your nerdy ass right now Dave, so I suggest you shut your mouth.
*a girl comes out from behind a curtain in a light blue skimpy tube top, and light blue thigh high skirt and light blue stellito (sp maybe) boots* Donna:Umm...guys...is this me...or what?
Ehh...I dunno, I think it's more Rhonda's.
Tommy:Yeah, he right.
*Her twin Rhonda comes out in the same outfit*
Rhonda:I told ya, see, you can only get a P.I.M.P. to tell you what looks good.
Donna:Guess your right, hehe.

*rolls eyes and grabs the bottle of Vodka*

doing good as well hun....gotta run though , take care .

Bye shellie, cya later! *pounces Shellie as she is about to leave and hugs her tight* Take much care!

Bye Love! *wave bye to Shells*

*yawns*

woah woah woah, pimp thread, without me? HA!

Long day Silver?

*tips vodka bottle at you* Welcome

what b goin on in this thread?

*plops down on couch next to you* extremely

A hang out, what else? Tommy:I aint got no damn bottle to tip. Shut up dumbass *tips blunt to Wiggles* Tommy: LOL good call.

Time difference is killer, I'm going on dinner time, and your exhausted, weird. Want sumthin other then the vodka?

with.... pimps?

wow, i thought this would be more of a hit

Whatcha got sweet cheeks

Well, your a P.I.M.P.E.T.T.E. here, so you know we got everything. I was just sayin if you wanted sumthin I could grab it, since your wrecked, an I'm still awake.

*glares at you* I want......the hardest thing we've got

I dunno what you'd want with...weights....bricks....cinder blocks....and you've got the hardest liquor.

whats wit the pimp name, where u get that from, that b nice

it would have been funnier if you said the hardest thing we got is my

right there love

He knows better

Reverend Carter Rockefeller

lol PIMP(ette) SLAP HIM!

slap who Mr. Carter?

Indeed I do. So, I still don't know what the hardest thing we've got that you would want is....

Men!
*gets up jumps over bar, pushes greg out of the way, grabs a glass and fills it with vodka, rare breed, royal crown and rum*

Oh holy hell, no wonder I became a pimp. *leaves the living room, and heads up to one of the bedrooms, and turns on the stereo, thumping the windows in the room*

How many hang out theards are needed for the OTF? It's aproaching the double digits.

But whatever, I support anyhing having to do with pimping women or prostitution in general.

It's a hang out in general for P.I.M.P.s./P.I.M.P.E.T.T.E.s or anyone who wants anything to do with the organization, as I said in the first post.

*takes broom and bangs on the ceiling* Turn it down! I'd like to get wasted in Piece!!! *takes a shot and passes out*

How many times I've heard that....*listens more to stereo*

*Trish, one of the founders/CEO of the organization comes out of the elevator and sees silver on the floor*

Trish:Is this how you all sleep when your not working?
Tommy:No, not usually, she just...wanted to get trashed...and did.
Trish:I'm so sure, someone get her to her bedroom, which costed so much damn money to customize. *Trish shakes her head and goes into the Secretary's room, as Greg and a couple of others carry Silver into her room, and put her to bed*

GET THE FVCK OUT!!!!! I'm leaving i'll be back later. *storms out*

Tommy: What the hell just happened? Jeff:Whatever happened, Trish, and Joe will be EXTREMELY pissed!!! *Greg dusts himself off as he stands* Greg:Pimps and Pimpettes both got issues, Pimps are so damn arrogant, and Pimpettes are loud and physical. Tommy:Yeah but, Pimps pimp smack people around, Pimpettes just stilletto them in the balls.

*pimp struts into room*
theme music: (Freddy's Dead)
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What's really going on, pimp'n?

Shoot me some of that Woo Woo juice, so I can get slizzered. Ya smell me?

Pimp'n ain't easy. So answer me this.

Where's my b*tches?

Holy crap, thats the new pimp pick up line huh?

*Comes out of the bedroom, walks down the spiraling staircase, and into the bar/2nd living room* Whoa...what's wit the stone faces? Tommy:Uhhh....Silver stormed out and--*the secretary doors open, as Trish comes back inside* Trish:Where is Silver? WHERE is my number one P.I.M.P.E.T.T.E.? Trish:YOU! John! WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER!? I just came back down here, and it's Mr. Jp!! Trish:Your gonna end up being Mr. NOP if you don't shut your mouth!!! Trish:If she isn't back her by morning...you'll be out on your ass, no bling bling, no jacket, no hat, NOTHING but the damn boxer shorts you wake up in!!! *As she goes back to the elevator and up to the top floor* Jeff:Told ya she's pissed. Damn her leaving like that, what the hell happened? Tommy: She flipped out on us when we tried to put her in her bed, just like Trish asked.

My name is Sweet Chocolate Sieck G.

You damn right, playboy.

To pimp you gotta flip them verbs like pancakes.
Sure to get in them panties, while the nerds get a handshake.

What's percolate'n, home slice.

*comes back in* Hello all

Ashley why did you change your name? Deliciouse was wayyy better than that. Oh well, wat up homegirl. I's be pimp daddy Rob

I don't like pimps. They steal my girlfirends and turn them into whores. :sad:

Hey Silver, wha's crackin?

R0B your outta your damn mind.

Dont be hatin

Boredom. I was tired of Delicious1
Now deal with it *shove fist into your face* or else.
Now...where are the guys

*stares at R0B* I hope your trying to tell me your HIIIIIGHHHHH off your ass.

Aye foo, I know you didnt just punch me in my face

I like Silver Tongue just fine.

Aren't they your bitches, so shouldn't you find them?

Who the HELL calls a girl, a P.I.M.P.E.T.T.E., or SILVER TONGUE a foo? Son you KING foo!

I dont take drugs

I'm talking about Dave, Jeff, Tommy and Greg. NO ONE Touches Silver!

What kind of name is sliver tounge?

I didnt touch you

IT'S MY PIMPETTE NAME!!!!
Now where are those byatches!

i put my name in and it came out as Macktastic Austin Squeeze.

**i can't spell my own name....

nice....John! Where are they!

Jeff and Tommy are out doing their rounds, we kicked that panzy Dave out AGAIN. Now Trish won't have to kick my ass cuz your back. And Greg is around...and so is....--*Josh comes in, the most arrogant, cocky, prick pimp of the entire organization, followed by his hoes*
Josh:What we got here? A barely legal panzy white boy wannabe P.I.M.P., and the only girl here who I think hasn't had the PLEASURE of being with Josh. Her, and your mother douchebag. Josh: Shut yo damn trap fore I pop you. Then do it!!

Thats better than what I got

*rolls eyes and grabs a beer*

*looks at watch and smashes head on the wall* **** my round aint comin fast enough. *walks out into the back of the organization and plays some basketball*

*walks in the front door* canadian Hi, I live next door. Can you folks please keep it down in here? Maybe move the beds away from the north end walls of the building. I know you are having fun and all, but I can't get any sleep with all the banging and boning and dirty Elvises. Thank you. *leaves*

*sighs* men *takes a swig of beer and looks at the clock*

Josh: Shut da **** up you hiking dumbass.

*Tammy, Heather, Cammy, Victoria, and Vanessa walk in and sit at the bar and get drinks and conversate*

Being a pimp on the internet is not an accomplishment of any sort

its "converse"

Oh my ****ing lord....THIS IS A HANG OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JESUS ****ING CHRIST WHAT CAN YOU PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT THAT!?!?!?!?!? ranting

Oh, it's mighty pimperish in this mutha f*cka. Wuz pop'n Silver Tongue.

Yo JTO, you got your platforms on, player?

*takes another swig of beer then goes to get ready to go out*

You ****ing came in here to tell me that?

obviously.

*comes out in a short sleeveless red leather dress and matching stiletto's*

drool

seriously does being an ass make you feel good about yourself? is it the new hot thing

*goes inside and into the Secretary's room*Karen, tell Trish I NEED to do my rounds now, I'm losing my ****ing mind in here. Karen:Umm....okay?
*hurries upstairs to his room and changes into the red pimp attire he had just gotten today, goes downstairs, and whistles, as his 5 hoes come, and they leave to do rounds*

*walks in*

*looks at silv as i apply my lipstick* guess so

Wha? I was trying to make a hang-out. If you were talking to me.

Yaaaayess.

I wasn't

*sits on the bar table and waits*

Oh alrighty then.

Cuz I could see why, this place is going insane, and yeah I could see why if you were.

It's a pimp place what did you expect J?

Well yeah, a pimp place, not a smart-ass, retard fest. I thought I could possibly get something going like Kerry, guess not.

Are you calling me a retard!?

canadian Okie, I asked nicely once. Now you made me mad. *goes to call police*

*on phone* canadian Hello, Police? Yeah, hi. I am calling to complain about my neighbor and all his boning and sausage slinging and chili dogging and his one eyed custard chucking. It's very annoying. Okay, thank you. *hangs up*




















canadianHere come the cops, biatch.

policepolicepolice
policepolicepolice

No, I would never talk to my friends like that. I meant the people that want nothing to do with this place, but piss off others.

I'll give you a grand to call them off

ill give you a grand to get me off

good boy

Josh:Yeah....uhhh....those is Canadian cops....so....yeah hes a damn liar is all I gotta say bout that. He's one to talk to, flashing his raccoon hat, and saying America is nothing, and mooning my wife, and my boss, and it's just inappropriate and messed up ya know?

I thought you knew I lovered all my friends, including you.

Josh.....shut up!

*polishes his gold tooth*

What the hell is go'n on up in here?

I'm look'n to get my game sprinkled and it's the elephants graveyard.

Spit at a pimp. I'm talk'n steak and shrimp. Ya smell me?

Well then silver tounge are you gon get your hoes or b!tches or whatever to follow your commands?

*looks around,walks out*

My shift ain't started yet Rob

Can I be your shoe polisher or something? Ill be one of your biatches

*sticks foot out*

* shines Ashleys shoe *

canadian Okie, I tried my best, I guess if you can't beat em', join em.' Then suck them off! Can I be a man whore, here?!!

hey rob!!!

Yo charz, wat up homie?

*Walks back in from completed rounds and is shoved back outside by Tommy*
Tommy:This Hiker guy called da po-lice an they inside now, Josh went an made it worse, I dunno what to say.
Alright, uhhh, hang on, I think I got an idea, to avoid Trish and Joe comin back, cuz they meetin the connections.

*Removes his pimp jacket, sweat jacket, and accessories, and allows hoes to put them on to slip inside past Tommy and they follow*

Hey officers, what's goin on here?

Josh:AIYYO THESE PIGS IS CANADIAN!!!!!

Josh!

Officers, I'm sure we can assure you, there is nothing but a legit business going on.

Officer:Oh yeah? Why is there so many women here?

I--Tommy:Their good workers, we respect the working woman, and our boss is a woman, so ya know, can't argue with the boss?

Yeah, exactly.

Officer #2:Well, what about the noise?

Well, people have parties you know, and I'm sorry about the noise, I guess sometimes it can get out of control.

Officer #3:Well, I see no problem here, it does seem like a legit business.

Officer:Alright, we're letting you off with a warning buddy, any funny business, and we're taking people in.

Tommy:Understood officer.

Officer #4:And keep THIS loud mouth boy's mouth shut.

Ohhh, we surely will, no problem officers.

*officers all leave, as everyone lets out a loud sigh of relief, and Tired Hiker is left in shock and drops his raccoon hat and cries*

hey baby!!!! im gud...just at school rite now...last period of the day..YAY

Thats cool, thats cool. So whats up wit you homie?

Nice J! You handled that well

*sneek'n out back*

I gots to go. Stay loose, stale lunch.

My name rocks
Sugartastic S. Wicked

Laters D!

Just glad I got back here before this ******* got us busted.

Josh:shut it whitey!

*Tommy puts duct tape on Josh's mouth and punches him in the face throwing him outside and locking him out, as the rotwilers sniff him, and snarls are heard*

Tommy:Uhhh....don't go out there.

Dude!

Tommy:Well....let's all--*Everyone cheers extreme joy to have Josh out of the organization*

evil dirty place! filled with gonorrhea and staph infection!!!

*gets thrown out by Ashley's man-bitches*

Okay, come along my pretty Biatchs. Time to make our rounds. Laters Y'All