Raising the Bar: Our Guide to Out-Creeping the Creepers

You know the situation: You're stuffed into Tuesday night's "it" bar in a manner reminiscent to Tokyo subway riders (insert sushi joke here) - when, out of the Axe-infused stench that is the dance floor, PPC (Pink Popped Collar) approaches.

You'd rather be asexual than do anything remotely sexual with this Walgreen's brand douche. What's a girl (or guy, we don't judge) to do?

1. Pretend you don't speak English, Spanish, Ebonics"¦whatever the case may be.

2. Scratch your crotch. Not in a fleeting mosquito bite sort of scratch, but an "I've-got-chicken-pox-in-my-puss" itch.

3. Simply twitch and bark as if you have Tourettes. (WARNING: Not always 100% successful, as some may confuse the spasms as simply your way of interpreting "London Bridge.")

4. Stab them in the heart with your chandelier earring; it was your roommate's anyway ("Sorry 'bout that dried blood, Susie!").

5. Drug their drink, wait until they pass out, then step over them and head home - Macaulay Culkin-style.

6. "Hey, can I buy you a drink?"
"I'm waiting for marriage."

DISCLAIMER: We cannot be held responsible if the following replies occur: "I hear Cortisone really helps the chaffing," or "OMG, I tic and shout out obscenities, too!"
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