I walk up to a girl wearing an "I (Love) My Boyfriend" shirt ("Alison") and immediately start fucking with her and her retarded entourage.

Me: So, is your boyfriend here tonight? Would he mind that I'm talking to you?

Alison: I don't have a boyfriend.

Me: So why the hell are you wearing that shirt?

Alison: Because there's only one guy for me.

Rina: Basically she only has eyes for one man.

Me: Is that guy here?

Alison: Nope

Me: So basically, you're one of those groups of girls that wouldn't talk to a guy if you were in an accident and he was the paramedic who could save your life.

Alison: Excuse me?

Rina: Do you know what the hell he's talking about?

Lisa: No clue.

Me: What I said is Are... You... Here... To... Talk... To... Guys??

Lisa: No we're not. Most guys can't handle us.

Me: Oh really? Why is that?

Alison: You wouldn't understand.

Me: This isn't rocket science, so I could probably handle it.

Lisa: No you can't. We're just that special.

Me: Well then I would like to offer you a challenge.

Lisa: We don't respond to threats

Alison: Come on girls, the open bar is about to end. Let's get some rum and cokes.

Rina: Later loser.

That's the last I saw of these girls, after the open bar ended I guess they went to another bar or something. Who knows. Bitches