You ever been to a nightclub, restaurant lounge or 7-11 and noticed a completely wasted lady waddling around like an emperor penguin? The kind of droopy eyed, half drooling, barely clothed type that looks like it’s got more grime than a shopping mall toilet on a Saturday night? Oh to the classy ladies.
I wonder where those magical limbs lead to.
Intoxication is an example of taking a classy social asset and abusing it until it becomes repulsive. So repulsive it can sometimes make an individual sprint to the finish line in the completely opposite direction of respect from another person, unless said other person is as well intoxicated.
I like getting drunk, I find it’s enjoyable (every now and then, not every day you fucking psychos) but it’s not something I’m a huge fan of. Like finishing all of a days errands, you are proud of yourself for completing the tasks, but you’re not going to be completely thrilled about doing them again everyday for the next week. Alcohol is a wicked tool of destruction that takes the what used to be super cute girl who walked into the bar and turns her into the venomous plague of a woman who shakes her hips like a maraca to every top 40 hit on the radio and hiring you as the lucky man to hold her hair while she upchucks her days contents into the piss covered pub toilet.
I think most guys would agree that a smart, well put together, happy-go-lucky and CLASSY girl is what grasps the term ‘attractive’. I don’t see the same terminology occurring for the short skirt, bra-revealing dirty girl dancing on top of a bar table shaking her head back and forth like it was a Metallica concert and she got front row tickets. It’s nice to look at, but it’s not like a guy is going to make a romantic comedy sketch out of the situation to sweep you off your feet. The alcohol will do that for him.
The Wayne
Editor
