When a 45 year old mullet
wielding, fake-tan having, sunglass wearing, super dyke-type female calls your bat phone talking about going out together to get beers and then saying "whatever happens, happens" which ultimately gives you free reign to the merkin
covered beefy curtain. This isn't just a regular date, it is the most special of dates and that being a prom date.
This bitch, who works with me, called me up stuttering and stammering about going out for some beers and when I told my friends about it, they said do you want us to book you a limo for your prom date?