Talkin' 'bout last night
I went to Walter Payton's Roundhouse in Aurora last night, and I wish it wasn't an hour away, because I definitely want to go again. Fortunately my buddy brought his girlfriend along, so we had a DD. We saw a couple of hilarious comedians, then a great cover band playing all '70s and '80s power rock, with hot girls dancing all over - a raucous party till two (three?) in the morning. 'Twas a great night.
One of the comedians definitely struck a chord - something about the way women destroy men. I'll paraphrase:
"So you're living your life, things are going well, you have a good job, condo, nice car, the world is treating you well, and you're on top of your deal. Then you meet a girl, and fall in love. Eight months later she dumps you, you start missing rent payments, your car insurance expires, your work performance falls, you get fired, you end up flat broke in your parents' basement, and you look around and say, 'What the fuck happened?'
Then of course as you're going through the breakup, you become the world's most pathetic wuss, and you hang your head and say, "Okay, I just want you to be happy." Bullshit. If you aren't the one making her happy, you want her to be fucking miserable, you want the next guy to make her feel as lousy as she just made you feel, you want to see her get her heart ripped out and come sobbing back to you, so you can stand up to her like a man and say: nothing. And you take her back like the pussy you are."
Gawd, that's fucking relatable. I know, it's unfair to generalize like this. But if we couldn't generalize, we couldn't have comedy, could we?
One of the comedians definitely struck a chord - something about the way women destroy men. I'll paraphrase:
"So you're living your life, things are going well, you have a good job, condo, nice car, the world is treating you well, and you're on top of your deal. Then you meet a girl, and fall in love. Eight months later she dumps you, you start missing rent payments, your car insurance expires, your work performance falls, you get fired, you end up flat broke in your parents' basement, and you look around and say, 'What the fuck happened?'
Then of course as you're going through the breakup, you become the world's most pathetic wuss, and you hang your head and say, "Okay, I just want you to be happy." Bullshit. If you aren't the one making her happy, you want her to be fucking miserable, you want the next guy to make her feel as lousy as she just made you feel, you want to see her get her heart ripped out and come sobbing back to you, so you can stand up to her like a man and say: nothing. And you take her back like the pussy you are."
Gawd, that's fucking relatable. I know, it's unfair to generalize like this. But if we couldn't generalize, we couldn't have comedy, could we?