When its getting towards
closing time, and everyone's
cocked, you look over to the other side of the bar and that girl thats drooling drunk... yeah, she's a
layup. At this point, she'll go home with anyone with a pulse. No extra effort needed, easy layup.
Mike: its gettin late man
Steve: You're hopeless Mike, at this point,
layup's your only option.
Mike: Yeah, i need a
layup and i need one yesterday. oh thank god, theres
Welma! She'll do.