In my circle of guy friends, we judge fuckability based on how far we would go with a girl. We don’t have a 1-10 scale like everyone else. At a bar, we usually single out certain ladies and say, “Yeah, I’d have sex with her, but only at her house” or “I’d make out with her in my car and never talk to her again.”
So one night, we’re out and I get up to go pee. I come back and they’re talking about some chick, and I ask, “So who is it?”
“Girl at the opposite end of the bar.”
I get a glimpse of her, and it’s my fucking sister. So I don’t say anything. I’m curious as to what they’re going to say because my sister is a pretty girl. I mean, she has to be if she’s related to me, right?
This guy I absolutely despise (not sure who the fuck invited him anyway) says, “Eh. She’s all right. I might have to brownbag her if I don’t have some alcohol in me.”
And that’s the night I went to jail for assault.
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