You know how movies sometimes portray really shallow, crazy guys who desperately ramble off about getting laid and banging hookers in cheap motels?
Well, they walked into Denny's at 1am this morning. The diner was empty apart from me and my two girlfriends at our booth, eating and studying away. The moment the 3 guys walked in, the atmosphere changed.
One of them plopped down beside my friend and grinned at us. "Heya, how you ladies doin' tonight? What ya'll doin? Homework?"
We smiled politely and returned short answers, knowing these dudes were drunk (and they were). They chose the booth behind us and started talking about banging chicks. And then every 5 minutes or so they'd turn to us and ask us random stuff. Like, "What are you doing later tonight? I'm kidding! Haha. Not. Do you have Twitter?"
And we lied, "No."
They were making a fool out of themselves, cussing to each other every 5 seconds. And then they started talking about finding hookers at cheap mtotels.
A: I'm ***kin serious, dude. Let's get the cheapest motel and ***k some hookers.
B: Look if we're gonna ***k some ***kin chicks, let's just put up at the Peabody Hotel.
C: No way we're staying at the Peabody. I'm not paying that much.
A: What's up with you, fatty? (and he started teasing Guy C for his wealth). PORK IT OUT! (like fork it out)
Then Guy C around and looked at us. "Sorry, we're usually not this annoying. We just got back from a party and we're pretty drunk."
Aw, at least he was sober enough, but really, he didn't need to explain. We figured out ourselves from the strong whiff of alcohol.
So, it was one of those nights when a quiet diner comes to life with drunk college guys.
One of them plopped down beside my friend and grinned at us. "Heya, how you ladies doin' tonight? What ya'll doin? Homework?"
We smiled politely and returned short answers, knowing these dudes were drunk (and they were). They chose the booth behind us and started talking about banging chicks. And then every 5 minutes or so they'd turn to us and ask us random stuff. Like, "What are you doing later tonight? I'm kidding! Haha. Not. Do you have Twitter?"
And we lied, "No."
They were making a fool out of themselves, cussing to each other every 5 seconds. And then they started talking about finding hookers at cheap mtotels.
A: I'm ***kin serious, dude. Let's get the cheapest motel and ***k some hookers.
B: Look if we're gonna ***k some ***kin chicks, let's just put up at the Peabody Hotel.
C: No way we're staying at the Peabody. I'm not paying that much.
A: What's up with you, fatty? (and he started teasing Guy C for his wealth). PORK IT OUT! (like fork it out)
Then Guy C around and looked at us. "Sorry, we're usually not this annoying. We just got back from a party and we're pretty drunk."
Aw, at least he was sober enough, but really, he didn't need to explain. We figured out ourselves from the strong whiff of alcohol.
So, it was one of those nights when a quiet diner comes to life with drunk college guys.
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