One of the worst things about the beginning of the week is overhearing the stories people who think they're sweet tell about their weekend. You know, those fucking anecdotes that always start "We got sooo drunk and..." (As a general rule of thumb, the longer they hold the O sound in so, the worse the story is.)
Now don't get me wrong, there are plenty of hilarious stories that involve alcohol. I laugh out loud when I read Tucker Max. But I'm not talking about the good stories, I'm talking about the mindless garbage that is littered all around a college campus. Not only are the stories not funny, but most of them aren't even a real story. Here's a conversation I had with a girl I overheard talking about her weekend in my chem class.
Fool I Overheard - Oh, man. Saturday we drank a whole bottle of Bacardi.
Me - HAHAHA. That's so cool.
Fool I Overheard - I know.
Me - What else happened?
Fool I Overheard - We just passed out.
Me - Awesome.
And I walk away in disgust.
If you're going to be one of these assholes that walks around telling about your weekend, at least have the courtesy to make them funny. And if it's a "you had to be there" story, it isn't funny and you're a moron. Do us all a favor and shut the hell up.
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