Mostly this is due to the fact that i am:
- Cheap and hate paying for alcohol and cabs
- Have too much pride to let randoms buy me drinks all night to remedy #1
- Unable to deal with hangovers anymore
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, I figured I'd throw caution to the wind last weekend and headed out to the bar with HB.
Now, I'm not opposed to a bit of banter with random members of the opposite sex. As long as there is no straight up "Yo babe u wanna git with this tonight?" talk I will entertain a 3 minute conversation.
BUT SOMETIMES
SOMETIMES I can't help but be a little mean when a guy won't get the hint. And thus, the PICKUP LINE PUTDOWN CATEGORY was created.
Highlights from a conversation with a man who was wearing the rings of a 6-pack holder as a bracelet (yeah, it wasn't really starting well..):
6-pack: You know, you're being kind of rude.
L: "Yet you're still talking to me."
6-pack: "Well I just like a challenge."
"But I'm being rude to you! You like bitches."
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do. You probably whine about how girls always like assholes but YOU, you like bitches!"
and
6-pack: "Are you playing games with me?"
L: "Like zelda, or... what are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying.. lets say I have a chance with you tonight.."
"Then you're using a game shark and you're cheating."
Shoulda known the gameshark line would set off a wave of nostalgia that could not be stopped.
Eventually he left, along with his polite, normal friend who watched the whole fiasco with HB.
Because HB,
HB always gets the normal ones.
PIC UNREALTED!!!
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