Miss Mediocrity

Dear Miss,

Do you remember that time you drank a lot and suddenly thought you were God's gift to men? Judging by the drink stain on the front of your blouse chances are you do not. Unfortunately I remember it. You were the one stumbling around unable to put together a single coherent sentence. You came to the party a 6 but after a few drinks you placed beer goggles on yourself and became a 10. This warrants you thinking its your world and we are just living in it. Oh wait. No it doesn't. Sadly no one else has on the same goggles and the beautiful woman staring back at you in the mirror actually has a fupa to go along with her new found sense of confidence. Its not your appearance that bothers me at all. I will be the first to admit mediocrity arouses me. My issue with you is when your annoying behavior gets in the way of everyone's fun. Feel free to stop sucking immediately.


Love,

The guy you don't remember meeting