Wild Night
She starts cackling with laughter. "Excuse me?" she asks, "Not your TYPE? Yeah, well, short balding guys in Star Trek t-shirts aren't my type either but I was just being polite!" With that, she throws your Zippo lighter back in your face and turns to her friends who are both doubled over in laughter.
A bouncer comes in from outside to get a drink while he's on his break. He smiles at the girls, walks over and sits down with them.
"Hey, Tug," the dark haired girl laughs, "You're tall and blond - care to dance with our trekkie friend here?" Tug roars with laughter. "Uh, he sure does look purty, but he's not my type!"
Feeling dejected, you go up to the bar to get a beer. The bar man looks at you snootily down his perfect nose. "Yes?" he asks. You place your order. "Oh, I'm sorry," he snoots, "You can't drink here, you're not the TYPE of person we allow in our bar. I suggest you leave. NOW!"
A bouncer comes in from outside to get a drink while he's on his break. He smiles at the girls, walks over and sits down with them.
"Hey, Tug," the dark haired girl laughs, "You're tall and blond - care to dance with our trekkie friend here?" Tug roars with laughter. "Uh, he sure does look purty, but he's not my type!"
Feeling dejected, you go up to the bar to get a beer. The bar man looks at you snootily down his perfect nose. "Yes?" he asks. You place your order. "Oh, I'm sorry," he snoots, "You can't drink here, you're not the TYPE of person we allow in our bar. I suggest you leave. NOW!"
