Hangovers may be God’s way of saying “you were awesome last night”, but they’re also your body’s way of telling you that you probably had one too many tequila shots. While we’d love to all sit in a shower for a few hours, the truth is: we all have places to go to and people to meet. When you’re hungover, though, there are a few things that you should never (and I repeat, never) attempt to do.
Cabbies. Also referred to as ‘the drunken man’s punching bag’.
I don’t know why it is, but people just love to walk all over cab drivers just like high school kids trample over substitute teachers. They’re just doing their job, they might even be nice, but it’s so goddamned hard
Girl fights, the stuff that guys’ wet dreams and Quentin Tarantino movies are made of…great in theory, and not so awesome when it comes down to actually participating in one.
Girls are the best. Girls are cool and smart and great and we smell nice and know how to get rid of hair and make our fingernails look sexy. We could rule the world, we could. We just don’t want everyone to know how actually amazing we are. But, so much awesomeness needs some boundaries and hence us girls have the Unspoken Rules of Feminism. Sadly, it has occurred
So I was going to write a post about how to stay warm when you go out in winter and cute outfit ideas that are also practical but, no matter, you can just go clubbing in your jim jams.
Le-git. It appears the clubbing powers of Melbourne too feel the cold because Prince
The Olympics is lovely, muscular men and women all in one place who have dedicated their whole lives training to dominate when they compete against one another to win a shiny medallion and probably the love of their stage parents. The testosterone would be pumping.
This day has been a long time coming. And there’s no use fighting it or trying to deny it’s power. To break it down, the creation of this page is a good indication that the nightclub apocalypse has happened and judgement day (cont)
Women…they’re exhausting on a good day. It’s true - even as a member of womanity, I’ll pay that. Girls are head cases sometimes and even more so when they are drunk. It only takes one time as designated driver to realise you could never, ever be your friends’ boyfriend.
Remember the days when men use to court women and woo them with compliments and dinner and wit and maybe flowers the next day? Neither do I.RIP chivalry, here’s the last five nails in the coffin*. The countdown to the death of chivalry begins now….
Everything you picked up in primary school outside the classroom was a lie. Most of it anyway. Except for the part where boys only want to play kiss chasey with you, that part is still true.
1. Picking up girls is as easy as getting your friend to go and tell them, “uh, my friend over there wants to dance with you.”