Grrrrrls

Rick - Apparently there are two different main types of girls that reside in Plymouth. The first is the good looking, yet poorly dressed and slutty one. The second is the fat homely one, that in most other countries would have a great personality, but here in England... just seems to be even more bitchy than the rest. Someone please pass the Quaaludes to the women here.

Tonight, we hit up two bars. First was the Weatherspoons in the barbican area. In this bar, it was more of the good looking women that tend to think that they weight about 10 kilos less than they do. It's not that they're overweight, they just tend to think they're a size 8 when they're really at 12. Like Rui stated tonight, "if you can't walk becuase your clothes are too tight... you can't wear them anymore." Amen.

The second bar we hit up was Zeros. It seemed to be invaded by a plethora of ginormous girls with even more ginormous attitudes. We got trapped for a while downstairs, and watching all the fat girls stream down the stairs was like watching one of the cattle drive scenes from "City Slickers." I don't want to sound mean, but if they weren't such nasty pieces of work, I wouldn't even give them a second thought. It's the fact that they've got 8 tons of Bitch with a capital B-isnatch, that really gets my goat.

The best part of looking at the women here tonight was that this will be my last weekend here in Plymouth. No longer will I have to see their short mini-skirts paired with the fugly Uggs boots (complete with tree-trunk legs) or lack of an ass in their low cut jeans.

Like Kylie sang, "I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky lucky...."