Weed, Alcohol, Ass and Economics in Hoboken

If you have not had the opportunity to get some girl to compromise her Dads' values lately, here is your chance.

The "W" Hotel, in Hoboken, has been open for about a month or so. It looks a great deal like it might transform into a robotic pterodactyl and fly away, north up the Hudson River to rape and pillage some postwar construction condominiums.

Till the time when this thing (the "W") transforms and fly's away, it should be where you have the highest percentage chance of nailing a girl in really, really high heels. You pretty much just need to bring your most recent pay stub.

Situation:
Fear is running rampant among women whose principal skill set is fuck-a-bility.

These ladies feed off hollow souled finance guys in their blue Porsche's who make them feel secure in a socioeconomic atmosphere that they neither enhance nor understand.

The dating pool has been reduced drastically for these women. (because obviously they are not going to date a guy who is poor, or unemployed -- leaving me in the dark on both counts) Therefore they must up the ante and begin to show exactly how tight their asses are whilst at work, shopping, out socializing, or even going to church.

"The display of ass is unprecedented."
-Mayor Dave Roberts, Hoboken

Many people are discussing the unmistakable trend and the ramifications.

"Essentially, we can gauge the state of an economy by how willing the population is to acknowledge their sweet, sweet, va-hag-ina as currency."
-Pope Benedict XVII

In closing- goto the "W", find a girl whose leggings/skirt says: "I'm not a prostitute, 'per-se'. But I am willing to work a deal for guys who still have a job."

Buy her drinks and bang'er.

Bang'er like you hate'r.

Or, better yet, bang'er like I hate'r. She'll have makeup for the bruises. Trust me.

HobokenSandwich smokes weed at the "W".
Perhaps, in an effort to stifle an urge to kill lawyers, finance guys, and unemployed AR mortgage scumbags.