So I’ve been partying a lot while I’ve been here in Cali… friends’ houses, Havasu, wedding rehearsal, wedding reception, bars, baseball game tailgates, more friends’ houses, more baseball game tailgates, etc. And at one of these events I was completely disgusted. Oh, we all still had fun, and if someone had a camera it probably would have looked like that picture from the reception. The reason why I was disgusted was because we were all sharing stories of how wasted we’ve all been in the past and were recalling the bachelor party the week before. Then this chick walked up and started talking about these times that she was hammered, etc, etc, etc. The moment that she got to “vomit” I stopped listening, thoroughly disgusted at what I had just heard.
My point is that chicks (females, women, girls, ladies, whatever) are supposed to be ladylike. Now I’m not saying that they can’t drink or get drunk, but when you’re gross about it, or tell the stories of how sick you were, that’s just plain nasty. In fact, it had such an effect on me that while we were in Havasu before we even got the octabong hanging up this group of hot slutty chicks walked up and in their typical whiny, shrill voice asked, “ooooohhh, is that an octabooouuuung?” One of my friends said that indeed it was and they continued to slug down a full beer in one gulp that just watching made me think of these stories of chicks being hungover, drunk, and gross and immediately pictured these 7 chicks on the nasty porta-potty the next morning or perhaps hanging over the side of the boat blasting diarrhea out their asses at such velocities that it would even put tubgirl (google it — I dare you) to shame.
I guess my point is that when guys talk about how drunk they got and whose shoes they vomited in, it’s funny. But when chicks do it, it’s flat out wrong. Double standard? Probably. But as the (supposedly) fairer sex, you “ladies” oughta act more ladylike sometimes. Have fun, get drunk, go home the next day and vomit your guts out – just make sure it’s not at my place and I don’t have to see or hear about it, because it’s an instant turn-off, and won’t impress whatever dude you’re trying to by describing how every orifice of your body was was peppering some sort of liquid over all the shower walls and curtain. Yuck.
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