Rick

I stare at Chandler, sizing him up.

Are you telling me the truth, Chandler?

I place my hands on my hips.

D*mn, my jaw hurts like h*ll.

"Man," I say, unable to continue.

For me, there are two Chandlers.

The first Chandler is my best friend. I'd die for the m*therf*cker.

However, Chandler is also a male whore. There's no woman he won't chase for the fun of it. He trades women in like they are cars to lease.

I don't want that for ...