Lesbians with Red Drinks

Yes, you know who you are...
You, are why you will find me and my girlfriend out at night with the boys. It is over...no longer will the lesbians spill their drinks on me, jab me in the boob with their elbows, or slam into us on the dance floor. You would expect an "I'm so sorry, excuse me"...some sort of recognition of please forgive me - I'm drunk. Nope. Nothing. So, blame the red drinks, blame the lesbians, blame the booty music, I don't care. Because when we want to spend a night out on the town and be treated like ladies we'll call our true "girlfriends", the gay boys.