Was supposed to go out for drinks last night with an acquaintance here in the Schmagen. It being Thursday night, my juices were flowing all day in anticipation of a good round of activity situations. By six pm I could fucking taste it. I sent a text to the dude and waited for the location to kick the living shit out of my system. And I waited. And waited some more.
Ten thirty at night and I get a text saying he has a headache.
A headache! Do I need to explain why this just plain sucks ass? Obviously not, so I'll skip to the summary.
According to my coworkers, the real culprit is the Danish women (yeah, right). They are known to complain so loudly to their men that the fella's don't usually tell their ladies about "boys nights" (saving proceeding days from dirty looks, etc). Then, when it's time to go out, the men often crumble under the weight of their women's on-the-spot protest.
In other words, every man here is a short-sighted pussyface. How did they let the situation get like this? They are weak and stupid - every single one of them.
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Come back to Toronto. Game. Set. Match.
You are like a lost sheep that has left the fold. We need to get Barnzey the herding dog to herd you back with your proper flock. Men's drinking night is sacrosanct and should not be trifled with. As well - the delay in letting you know about cancelled plans is simply repugnant. We used to crucify people for less.
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