Epiphany

I have officially come to the conclusion that when one of my friends says "Hey, there's going to be girls!" what they're really saying is one of two options:

• "They're fat and ugly and yachtless!"
• "They're okay looking, but there's only two of them, and they're already surrounded by fifteen idiots with popped collars who seem to think singing Eddie Money songs in public without musical accompaniment is a good idea, and they are too dumb to realize that the guys they're climbing all over are tools. Oh, and they don't have a boat."

I suppose that didn't really require a bulleted list.