The Dude asked me to do the Weekender today and this often proves to be a double-edged sword. I typically love it because it's free reign to talk about whatever I feel like vomiting out of my mouth and send my favorite people in the world off into the weekend with some wisdom and hotness. Conversely, I hate it because it requires me to obsess about the proper Weekender Girl and corresponding photo for way more time than I should. In lieu of this I've opted to eschew the supermodels for a week and go with someone I actually know.
Some backstory: A couple weeks ago a friend called and let me know she was hanging at a certain Brooklyn bar with a couple of her friends, one of which was a 'totally hot blonde with big tits'. Of course, this inspired me to get off my ass despite the stomach full of slow roasted, marinated chicken I'd made/devoured (The Dude has tasted its sweet nectar) and head out. Low and behold this chick was, in fact, scorching; more so than even the pic above depicts. She is probably about 5'5", thin and ALL TIT with a snarky attitude to boot. Amazing. We stayed out with her and a couple of other friends into the wee hours then returned to my place for the afterparty (my roommate and I have the default afterparty apartment amongst our friends, for better or worse). Unfortunately, along with her fine, little self she brought along some shitty hipster dude that she's been 'seeing' as of recently. Did DRK end up hitting this that night? No. But I can assure you I'm on the case and will - at the very least - add her to my canon of fine female friends. The lesson here is: if you can't hit that gash, you'd be wise to retain her as a friend for the simple fact that fine females sometimes travel in packs. Therefore, your fine female friends will, in turn, have OTHER fine female friends that will be totally ripe as fuck for you to pillage and far enough removed where it isn't that huge a deal should it go sour. It's the conditional draft pick of dating. IT'S SCIENCE!!!
Happy hunting, Nation, and GO COLTS!!!