eleven26

Okay. Here's the scene: My next-door neighbor is having a party. At the moment, I'm in my apartment smoking, about to return to the party.

Every party has "that girl," just like every wedding has "that guy," and this party is no exception. She's had so much red wine that her teeth are purple, she has huge boobs, hanging out of her dress, and when she talks to you, she leans in about a half-an-inch away from your ear, making sure that her tits rub up against you.

Everything's familiar so far, right?

Here's where the familiarity ends. (and I am not making this up.)



Every programmer's dream:

Her eyes light up, and she looks at me and says:

"Oh my god, you know CSS??? Are you available???"

Jesus christ.

Seriously. Every programmer's dream. The attractive drunk girl says "Oh my god, you know [insert programming language here]? Are you available?"









I was very happy to introduce her to my girlfriend