I wanna punch party load blowers in the face and/or neck region and/or stomach region. It's so annoying when you have plans with a dude and when your date rolls around, he whines that he's too tired/hungover/sore from going out too hard the night before. I hate even hearing his puny voice complain about how crummy he feels. He blew his party load last night! What the hell?
I don't understand what he was thinking. He knew we had plans tonight. He knew I was looking foward to seeing him all week. Despite this knowledge, he still partied like he just got a raise + it's his best friend's birthday + he just met his childhood idol who was a pretty nice guy it turns out + he was on Spring Break + The Phillies won the World Series all over again. LAME! Right now, you're about as much fun as a jury duty notice.
All you one trick party ponys out there have to check yo' self before you wreck yo' self (whatever that means.) I think it means that they have to watch themselves before they wreck themselves and by wrecking themselves, I really mean piss ME off. Have a nice night flopping around your house in your jammies nursing your brutal hangover. Grrrr.