Chicken or steak?

Little highlight from last night's party:

There was a large, loud and obnoxious group of girls lost outside of our party. You know the kind I mean: way too much makeup, eighty-five pounds too much, not enough clothes.

My friend who hosted the party, being the gentleman he is, invited them up to join the party.

Me (to my other friend): "Man, I really don't know if I'm going to be able to pretend to be nice anymore."

Hot girl standing next to us: "Omg!"

Me: "I bet we could throw that leftover pizza off the balcony and get charged with manslaughter."

And then she started laughing. I guess misogyny is entertaining?

Later, two of them came to join us and smoke on the balcony. One was completely done up, smoking hot...the other not so much.

Hot girl likes Rancid. I'm wearing a Rancid t-shirt. I'm in. We talk about music for awhile while her annoying friend tries to jut in and give her unwanted opinion. You know how alcohol takes away that barrier between what you should do and what you want to do? Yeah...

Annoying girl: "Hey, you're ignoring me!"

Me: "You're talking to me? Oh...yeah I guess so then."

Cue her exit.