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Memorable Quotes From The Weekend

Hipster: "Hey, where's that one girl?"
Me: "What girl?"
Hipster: "You know, the chick with the shiny green shirt and dark hair..."
Me: "Oh, you mean, Briana, that really drunk girl."
Hipster: "Yeah her...gonna rape that shit."

[One minute later, concerned because I hadn't seen that girl around the house for awhile]
Me: "Hey man, where's your ex girlfriend?"
Brando [sprawled out on the couch]: "Huh? She's out in the car sleeping."
Me: "Oh good. I was a little worried about a drunk girl wondering around the streets alone at 4 am."
Brando [nonchalant]: "That's a man's dream."
Me: "What?! No. No dude, that's not a man's dream."

When I walked into this particular party where these conversations went down, I wondered what the theme was because everyone had a very "unique" kind of attire. Apparently, the theme was rape and nobody was kind enough to tell me. *shakes head*

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