"Billigerent badness"

The title of this post is an excerpt from a conversation I just had with a girl I work with. These were the last words spoken in that conversation.

It started with another employee explaining about how the girl he was with last night had fake boobs and had won an amature contest at the lumberyard. The girl I was talking to then told us about how her friend (another employee here) had won....and then broke off because she had a call.

So we sat here for six minutes and twelve seconds imagining this other girl dancing at the lumberyard. She easily leaped from a seven to a twelve on a scale of one to ten.

When our informant finally finished with her call she clarified that it was a kissing contest. Apparently her friend kissed a stripper really really well. So the stripper took some of this girls clothes off and let her, and all her friends, party in the V.I.P room.

We were rivited. This was obviously the beggining of a kickass, porn and booze-ridden tale. So we sat, anxiously waiting. And waiting...and waiting...

Finally I asked, "So, what happend in the V.I.P room?"

She smiled and said