You’ve heard so much about how to *get* girls, but why not try dating advice from the masters?

Girls Don’t Realize

Girls don’t realize that sometimes a guy just came out to the club so he could dance with all his bros.

Another guys' night out is ruined!!

Another guy's night out is ruined!!

Try this one next time your fly dance moves start attracting too much attention on the dance floor.

Once you are surrounded by a few ladies who start dancing all up on you, take your thumb and forefinger, pinch a little skin around one of the chicas’ tummies and say “I guess you only wear baby fat!”*

*Doesn’t work on big bootied hoes.

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  1. I’m gonna try this weekend when I go out to the clubs.

    Bob

    23 Sep 08 at 12:54 pm

  2. I can’t believe you got a picture of me with my barack shirt on- I thought I was incognito that night. Dayum!

    Kendra

    24 Sep 08 at 8:35 pm

  3. Just stumbled onto your website through thesuperficial. HILARIOUS.

    Drunkman

    2 Oct 08 at 12:37 pm

  4. hehehe…Maybe you should include “I’m dancin’ with my bros hos” t-shirts in your product line.

    AngieSS

    2 Oct 08 at 12:40 pm

  5. Bob - Hope it worked? It’s been a week or two… don’t tell me you tried it on a BBH and the loss reversed on you…

    Kendra - Hey, sorry to disappoint but uhh, well.. uhm.. you shoulda seen the other pics we got. Baby, this is a family site.

    Drunkman - I dig your style, dude. Thank you!

    AngieSS - Genious! Let’s consider it done.

    The Sysop

    7 Oct 08 at 10:48 pm

  6. Forget him…..he’s such an ass hole……i just wanna dance tonight.!!!!

    Paper Boy George

    10 Oct 08 at 4:53 pm

  7. Paper Boy George - yes, true indeed good sir, that’s the mindset of the ladies who can’t leave us alone in the club… they get ditched by their frat-boy boyfriends who’d rather shotgun beers at the kitchen sink, and the gals instead flock to us dudes when they see us tearin the dance floor up and down (left right left right B A B A sel start)

    Yeech. I can sorta relate though: when me and my artist homies get served in Call of Duty by a bunch of punk-ass middle schoolers… we tend to go to the club to escape too… kick back a few brews and dance it up to Biggie Smalls, but noooo, a little quality bro-time is too much to ask for from the Ms. Meat Markets. “It was all a dream… “

    The Sysop

    15 Oct 08 at 3:41 am

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