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Monday, June 16, 2008

"The Boys"

I have encountered a particular breed of girls a number of times over the last few years. Everybody knows one. The type of girl that spits shit like "I just get along with boys so much better!" and "It's not that I don't like girls, I have a few special girlfriends, but I am like so totally one of the boys!"

(Sidenote: They are not normally this hot.)

But the most irritating slapper of this sub-breed by far is the girl that constantly refers to a group of people as "The Boys" or "My Boys."

While being door-girl at Manor on Friday night, I came across a particular girl like this, a very fucking drunk girl who was trying to claim a coat out of coat-check. I was stone cold sober and irritated by the constant stream of fuckheads that kept walking past me and wasn't in the mood for any shit at all.

Girl: Gracey, Carn I pleeeeeeeeeeeze haf my cote, It is that one right there! *points*

Me: No. I know for a fact that isn't your coat, because I just checked it for one of my friends friends. 45 seconds ago.

Girl: Oh my goddddddd, why are you doing this to me, just give me my coteee

Me: No. It isn't your coat. Are you sure that it isn't this cheaper version of this coat? *points to another coat*

Girl: NO. IT IS THAT COAT. OH MY GOD WAIT TILL I TELL 'THE BOYS' ABOUT THIS.

She said all this with her hands on her hips.

Guess what cunt? The boys won't fucking care. They won't care at all. And a sidenote to all the other girls that are like this - Someone in the group that you call "the boys" either wants to fuck you, or nobody wants to fuck you and they keep you around so they can laugh at how dumb you are when you go home.