It's not you, it's your stupidity

There are no more foul mannered, ill-educated, and ignorant people at a social events than Cosmo readers. I was unfortunate enough to sit through a conversation between two Women typical to their stereotypes about their perspectives about Men.
I have never in my life heard such distasteful qualities they happened to find attractive in the so-called ideal "Men". Their description towards the likable was so misled, it made me quiver with disgust. They oppugned the qualities taught to be gentlemanly by the most revered privately operated educational institutions as "pretentious" and "unnecessary" by today's wretched thirst for "staying real".
It grew more difficult to stay unmoved with each word that came out of their heavily glossed lips, I dug my nails into the surface of our wooden table, while tapping my right foot to the floor in sync with my uneven heart beat that must have pounded as rambunctiously as the violin strokes of Gioachino Rossini's "The Barber Of Seville Overture".
I tried to turn my focus to elsewhere, torturing insects I was thinking. The sheer horror the insects must have experienced when the their homes was chopped down by heavily bearded lumbers with rough skin, and then made into this table that now holds my glass I was thinking. How so many of the yuppies standing at the bar scooping for a easy fuck and will most likely succeed because a majority of the Women here were dressed like whores I was thinking. Bad Romance by Lady gaga is a great song I was thinking. I would totally fuck Angelo's mother I was thinking. My KMS California hair molding cream ran out and I had to use the cheap drug store brand, I wonder what that made my hair look like in the low ambient light I was thinking. it was no use, their shrieking voices pierced through my concentration, something about being not so much of their own ethnic background I hear, which pissed me off even more.
Shut the fuck up! Motherfucker! I wondered what this Wasabi shavings made my breath smell like. Stupid Cunt! DIE! DIE! DIE!
My wine arrived, thank God.
"I read in Toronto life that this place has some of the best free range rabbit to be founded, what magazines do you read?"
"Cosmo" Dumb bitch number 1.
"Cosmo" Dumb bitch number 2.
My heart sank, my lips flattened and a wave of utter disappoint came rushing over me.
"Oh, right...of course" I gathered all of my strength and forced an uncomfortable smile, then immediately regained my composure.
I know dumb bitches, I know a lot of dumb bitches, but none of them lacked the feminine intuition like these two did with regards to the opposite sex. I took a sip of my wine, not bad. My gaze returned to the bar where all the desperate yuppies stood unapproached, with cocktails people of dignity would probably steer clear from grasped in their fingers, and the other hand fiddling something in their pant pockets. Change probably.
Fuck me..no fuck them, yeah. Fuck these two bimbos. I felt slightly embarrassed of myself knowing that this harrowing disposition was completely self inflicted in exchange for what is to come in no more than two hours I hope. They meant nothing to me, and I'm certain that I meant nothing to them as well. Simply a formality to spare the thought of any of these two girls questioning themselves for being what they are clearly dressed as afterward.
Ten commandments at the ROM for another week I was thinking. Women are for babies, boys are for pleasure in Afghanistan I was thinking. Tia totally have the best stripper legs on anyone I knew I was thinking. I wondered if I should exfoliate everyday or every other day I was thinking. Stumping on Tina's annoying little shitzu into a blood pie I was thinking.