Authorities warn all male clubbers, party-goers and unsuspecting pub regulars to be more alert and cautious when accepting a drink offer from a girl. There is a date rape drug going around called “beer” and it appears in liquid form.
The drug is being used by female sexual predators at parties to convince male victims to have sex with them. “Beer” is available
virtually anywhere. All girls have to do is persuade a guy to consume a few units of “beer” and simply ask him home for
no-strings-attached sex. Men are rendered helpless against such attacks. After several “beers” men will often succumb to performing sex acts on horrific looking women who they would never normally be attracted to.
Men often wake up after having “beer” with only hazy memories of what happened to them the night before, just a vague feeling that something bad occurred. At other times these unfortunate men might be conned into a familiar scam known as “a relationship” - apparently men are easier victims for this scam after the “beer” has been administered and they have already been sexually attacked.
Forward this to every male you know…However, if you fall
victim to this insidious drug and the predatory women administering it, there are male support groups where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter in an open manner with a bunch of similarly-affected guys. For your nearest support group just look up “Pubs” in the yellowpages:)
Yup. Beer - Helping ugly people have sex in the USA since 1776.
Man, I have never gone to bed with an ugly woman, but I have sure woken-up with a few!
“Well, I really do appeciate that fact your sitting here. Your voice sounds oh so wonderful, but your face it ain’t to clear. Barmaid fetch a pitcher, another round of brew. Why don’t we get drunk and screw.”
Jimmy Buffett
Hey man, don’t knock beer, it’s been helping ugly people get laid since the dawn of time. Hmmm, now that I think about, maybe it’s possible that Babylonian women developed this stuff to take control of the men around them. Oh man, you’re right!! We have to warn people that … oh, thanks honey, a beer sounds great. What was I saying? Never mind, it must not have been important. Yes dear, I’m done with the computer, you can have it now.
Just reada new research on medline that more phytoestrogents are discovered in beer. Basically the same kind of stuff that makes soy so bad for men. So for all lovers of this beverage, you may want to supplement it with biotest’s M.
It’s like that saying a buddy of mine allways spouts off whenever we busted him getting drunk a riding a hippo. “Fat chicks are like mopeds, fun to ride until someone see’s you with it” haha! that allways made me laugh.
Or they’re only ugly if you video tape your drunk ass hitting on an ugly chick with your friends camera. Then, when he gets home, he has video proof, along with documentation of your sad pick-up game when drunk.
The funny thing is, I actually had to save a buddy of mine from an old fat chic one night back when I was in the army. She kept sending pitchers over to him and we thought it was funny, because he was like “Cool, free beer”. I told him to send it back or she would think he liked her or something, he was like, fuckit, if he wants to give me beer, let her. So he goes over and says thanks but comes right back to our table and ignores her. She sends another pitcher over, and he just waves back. Over the course of the night she must have sent a dozen pitchers over, and he drank about half by himself, we drank the rest.
At the end of the night she was pulling him out the door, and he was so wasted all he could do was hang onto her or fall down, so I hear this drunken slurring voice calling to me from across the bar “Forrrrnnessspperrr heeeellllmmmpppffmmeee!” I looked at my other buddies and the girls we were with and we all started laughing our asses off. I was like, “Should I help him? I mean, the way I see it she paid for the sex already.” So I left him in suspense until she nearly dragged him out the door, and I jumped up and grabbed him, the fat chic said “It’s ok I’ll take good care of him”. ”I’m sure you would, but his wife wouldn’t like that too much” I lied(he wasn’t married). She was reluctant to let him go, and it kind of creeped me out because it seemed like she had done this many times before. Yuuu-uuuck!!! I shudder to think……
Anyway, my buddy wasn’t even grateful. He was all “You werrrrr gonnnnna let fher taakkk me you assssmffhhoooollll!” Oh well, you had to look out for your squad members; it’s a military integrity thing. Aaaaahhhh the good Ol’ days.
