We're gonna spend half the night drivin' around the hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it s**s, and we're all gonna leave, and then we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all s**. I spend half the night talkin' to some girl who's lookin' around the room, to see if there's somebody else who's more important she should be talking to. And it's like I'm supposed to be all happy, uh, 'cause she's wearing a backpack. I... You know, and half of them are just nasty skanks who wouldn't be nothin', except they're surrounded by a bunch of drunken, horny a**holes. And I'm gonna tell you something, T. Are you listening?...I'm not gonna be one of those a**holes, all right? It just makes me sick. It's like, uh, some nasty skank who isn't half the woman my girlfriend is, is gonna front me? It makes me want to f--kin' puke