“ Look, we’re gonna spend half the night driving around the hills looking for this one party, and you’re gonna say it sucks, then we’re gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties, and all the bars, they all suck; I spend half the night talking to some girl who’s looking around the room to see if there’s somebody else that’s more important she should be talkin to, and I’m supposed to be all happy because she’s wearing a backpack. You know and half of them are just nasty skanks, who wouldn’t be nothin except that they’re surrounded by a bunch of drunken horny assholes. And I’m gonna tell you something… I’m not gonna be one of those assholes, alright? It just makes me sick; it’s like ah, it’s like, some nasty skank who isn’t half the woman my girlfriend is is gonna front me? It makes me wanna fuckin’ puke!
— what every LA man should say when being coerced into going to an afterparty…
