Drunk Bitches

I go to one of the former top ten party schools in the nation(this year we lost are ranking but ask anyone on campus and they will say: we are and remain the shit-period.) I will also be the first to admit that I like to drink and party, at least I did until some recent events have had me questioning my logic on everything. Alcohol for all its amazing wonder changes people. It doesn’t have to be a bad change but it is a change that appears only after several shot of Rubenoff have left you with the ability to Superman that hoe like no other. There are several kind of drunks each with there equally obnoxious qualities but there is one type more than an other that drive me up the fucking wall faster than a cock roach when the lights come on-emotional drunk. I have a thing with people who decided to sit in a room and start crying because some ‘drunk bitch,’ which there are always several of at any given party is passed in the boy’s bed that you are currently, well maybe not currently because said ‘drunk bitch’ is in your spot fucking. This is where I don’t understand how can you be mad if ‘Mr. Big’ is not your man, and by man I mean not the one who only calls after 11 pm and leaves before 8 am because last time I checked that did not constitute a relationship or maybe it does. The Fuck buddy kind . I don’t understand how you can get emotional over one of the things that are supposed to be emotionless - causal sex. The animal in us that wants to fuck and roam on . WTF I hate drunk bitches