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 e...