Ladies Night
written May 3, 2008
Ladies Night: a slick rhetorical adaptation to help sloots associate their intemperance with classiness.
You really have to hand it to the marketing techniques of bars and night clubs. They draw in the loose legged female demographic, who by frequenting bars are really just disguising their liberal sexual practices under the social norm of alcohol consumption. You know the whole I only fucked him because I was drunk
excuse. Right bitch, and what did you think was going to happen when you put the bottle to your lips? You might as well put a sign on your forehead that says, I fuck on the first date, just liquor me up so I have a scapegoat later.
Anyway, those damn marketing geniuses knew that giving girls free drinks would bring out the underappreciated male crowd whose main goal is to spread their seed. I say underappreciated because if you ever just stop to observe the humiliating shit they do to feel accepted - wear a hat tilted ever so slightly to the side, listen to ridiculous gangster rap, wear the jersey of their favorite basketball player, act like a tool while doing all three - you can’t help but laugh. So with all that said, a more accurate title for the promotion would be: Sluts are drinking free tonight, come get some easy ass.
But seeing how the truth is often uglier than we like to admit (not to mention that’s a long fucking title), they dress it up under the innocent looking Ladies Night,
because nothing spells class like the word lady.
By saying “ladies” they’re implying that you are going to find somebody you could bring home to mom and dad. But we all know you’d have better luck finding a Klansman at the Million Man March.
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