F*ck conservatives
Another conversation doo-dad cause I’m trying to put Dear Infatuation out of business.
Jay and I were out wondering and loitering the other night in the McGill student ghetto, looking for random parties to crash. We eventually stumbled into one that I thought had a pretty cool concept. It was -- drum role please -- “The all parties party.” What does that mean? Well most major political parties have youth wings, and this particular party was a gathering of the McGill branches for each of these wings. Try and imagine a whole whack of wasted poli sci dorks debating the impact of NGOs in contemporary political theatres. Normally I’d have found myself in the thick of this and only not soon enough, however on this particular evening I was completely sober and feeling less inclined to unintelligible dialectics. What did I do instead you ask? The only thing an intelligible male in my predicament could do. I located the most good looking and wasted girl at the party and proceeded to strike up conversation (I’m being cynical here, I can’t stand drunk chicks – especially the pretty ones. In other words, if I was talking to her she wasn’t that drunk.). Jay’s comments on the matter made my night. For the sake of context, I’m an expired-card-carrying member of the NDP (democratic socialist).
**Later on the walk home**
Me: Wow I can’t believe I got her email address; she was hot.
(Walking)
(More walking)
Me: I can’t believe she’s a conservative. (Chuckles) I should go for coffee with her sometime.
Jay: You should fuck her too …you know, do to her what the conservative party is doing to us.
(Righteous laughter all around)
Jay and I were out wondering and loitering the other night in the McGill student ghetto, looking for random parties to crash. We eventually stumbled into one that I thought had a pretty cool concept. It was -- drum role please -- “The all parties party.” What does that mean? Well most major political parties have youth wings, and this particular party was a gathering of the McGill branches for each of these wings. Try and imagine a whole whack of wasted poli sci dorks debating the impact of NGOs in contemporary political theatres. Normally I’d have found myself in the thick of this and only not soon enough, however on this particular evening I was completely sober and feeling less inclined to unintelligible dialectics. What did I do instead you ask? The only thing an intelligible male in my predicament could do. I located the most good looking and wasted girl at the party and proceeded to strike up conversation (I’m being cynical here, I can’t stand drunk chicks – especially the pretty ones. In other words, if I was talking to her she wasn’t that drunk.). Jay’s comments on the matter made my night. For the sake of context, I’m an expired-card-carrying member of the NDP (democratic socialist).
**Later on the walk home**
Me: Wow I can’t believe I got her email address; she was hot.
(Walking)
(More walking)
Me: I can’t believe she’s a conservative. (Chuckles) I should go for coffee with her sometime.
Jay: You should fuck her too …you know, do to her what the conservative party is doing to us.
(Righteous laughter all around)
posted by Nicholas @ 7.11.05
1 Comments:
but i thought you were afraid of vaginas too?
on a side note: did you ever notice that when you see harper talk'n in the house of commons the attractive women in his caucus are situated right behind him. pimp'n his hoes? i think yes.
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