No, I don't think you're cute. Seriously. I could translate that into drunk chick gibberish for you if I didn't have to expend more energy than I'm willing on you already trying to extricate you from my torso. Honestly, I don't understand why young women think we're attracted to "Woopsi, I guess I had one too many... *wink wink*" No. First off, that just shows that you can't hold your liquor-not cute. "I'm just little, I forget how low that makes my tolerance... *nudge nudge*" Here's a thought, eat a sandwich and go home. Your extensions are getting in my eye and I'm choking on your Brittany Spears perfume. Secondly, even if I bought that you were as tipsy as you claim I'm sure as hell not going to be the last face you remember before you pass out. Yeah, I'll carry your emaciated ass out to a cab but that's about it. Plus, I'm insulted that you'd think I'm ever desperate enough to have to lure a sloshed co-ed home. Why would I be attracted knowing I'd have to buy you drinks all night and then do all the work at the end of the night. I don't want to clean up your puke any more than you do. Sorry, not interested. Let me have the night I planned with people more interesting than you, because teeny, tiny drunk girls are just as obnoxious as the teeny, tiny yappy dogs they carry around all day.
No sir, not for me. Give me a sarcastic broad in a little black dress and a shot of Jack any day.
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