A MIRL is a manly girl from Canada. She is a powerbabe and an ultra bar-star, hated and loved by many. She thinks, drinks and fucks like a man. Her motto is "Shots now, questions later..." Every Thursday is a Thirsty Mirlsday.
MIRLS have had sex on a fellow Mirl's futon; have drunk-texted their entire contact list; refer to a dive bar as their 'second home'; have kissed a Mirl and liked it; don't see the sun on Sundays; have phones that auto-correct 'girls' to 'Mirls'; are banned from local 24-hour diners and black-listed from most cab companies; have received 'life-advice' or a ride home from an officer of the law; owe a local bartender at least $40 for more drinks; have fresh ink but paycheques that last less than 24 hours; don't know their address but always end up at home with empty dishes of take-out food in their beds; have been the target of an intervention; have been the victim of a passive-aggressive Facebook status.
Mirl attire consists of a cut-up band t-shirts, belonging to an ex-boyfriend, plaid shirts, jean shorts, knee-high tube socks, tights are ripped or off. Many Mirls require glasses, because carrots are for assholes.
The Mirl mascot is the lovely female Lemur and the mating call is a cross between the shriek of a dolphin and a cackle of a hyena in heat.