In my experience, pick up lines are a nebulous art form. The kind of art that if you squint really, really hard and block out everything else, it just might work for you. However, for the most part, I have been subject to the most heinous approaches from guys whose egos make them deaf to their own voices. I can now understand why Van Gogh cut off an ear.
Here are some of the worst I've heard:
"This is a picture of my child. Isn't he adorable?"
--Aww, so cute!
"Yea, I know. I'm just trying to get his mother killed so I can get custody."
--WHAT THE FUCK?!
"Just kidding"
“It’s my friend’s 21st birthday and he’s blacked
out. Would you give him a lap dance?”
(This literally happened to me. Needless to say, I was not
quite swept off my feet, and so I politely declined the offer. I even went one
step further to offer my EMT expertise to provide his friend with
medical attention.)
The guy was not expecting such a
response, and stuttered out the only possible reason why I would turn such a casanova down: “Are you gay?”
That is precisely where the conversation ended.
“What are you drinking?”
--It’s called beer.
--It’s called beer.
Guy who still thinks the conversation is going somewhere:
“You know, I hear beer isn’t that good for you.”
--Really? I heard that ALL ALCOHOL isn’t that good for you
--Really? I heard that ALL ALCOHOL isn’t that good for you
And the worst one of all, which will never be funny, and will NEVER EVER be okay to use on a human being:
“Are you 9/11? Because you’re impossible to forget”
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