Saturday my wife and I were at one of the Coke-sponsored free concerts for the Final Four along with 20,000 or so fans, a large percentage of whom were neon-urine-clad vulvarenes. At one point a beer vendor stopped next to us and we were almost immediately subjected to the presence of a throng of 20-something scUM douchebags and their, um, women clamoring for beer.
One of the, um, women, who by scUM standards was, I suppose, somewhat attractive and as such had probably never been told "No" in her life, stood directly in front of me as I tried to watch the concert and held her camera out while her minions huddled together behind her. When this caused no response, verbal or otherwise, from me, she actually shook it and said, in that generic, sing-song bimbo voice, "Take our picture". This caused me to simply shake my head and look past her. In obvious distress at the fact that a male of the species wasn't obsequiously thanking her for the opportunity to take her picture, and failing to comprehend what was going on she asked, in the same moronic tone, "What?" to which I replied as if I was speaking to a bratty toddler (which I kinda was) but without making a sound as if her existence did not merit a fully audible response, "No" and then made eye contact with the largest of the douchebags who were still waiting to be memorialized in their urine-clad magnificence.
Still not understanding, she then looked at my wife, who is far hotter than she, for help and Mrs. Rugby Buck, who is from Memphis and went to Georgia State, said (proving nonetheless that she "gets it"), "We're Buckeyes". At this point, the entire throng, without saying a word, turned and left.
