The Art of the Female Wing

… can sometimes be a mantra, and sometimes it has to be.

You know those times when homegirl is talking to a Questionable and you’re like

But FOR SOME REASON she is all about that shit. So you know what, when it comes down to it, it’s not your life. There’s only so much a wingwoman can do and at the end of the day, homegirl’s gonna choose to be with whomever (uglyass) she wants to be with. AGAIN, IT IS NOT YOUR LIFE.

No matter how opinionated (right) you are, you just gotta let them be.

you just sit by that bar, sip that drank, and just let her roll.

sooner or later the tequila will wear off, the sunlight will painfully hit her regret-filled morning, and then she will know… ( “aww…shit.”) she’ll tip-toe out the door…

hit that speed dial button you so trustworthily occupyand half whisper/exasperatedly exclaim “whaaattdaafuuuu——”

but then 2 seconds later you’ll both laugh hysterically.

‘cause sometimes that’s all the shit you can really do and that’s ALL RIGHT.

p.s.

unless that homie straight up UGLY then I,by all means, condone:

p.p.s.

i just gotta include:

oh paul rudd, my lover.