Women don’t get it, men suffer through it, you know when you’ve lost and all you have left is to make sure your buddy comes through with the win.

It’s not fun, but it’s your duty, you’re the wingman. The one half to one hour it costs you is irrelevant. SUCK IT UP NANCY BOY!

So what does it mean to be the wing man? If you’re a guy with any sense of decency, and of course don’t give a fuck what women think (you are a guy right???), you know you’re not getting laid tonight, but your buddy just might…IF not for her cockblocking, jaba the hut, satanic guardian angel. You see her walking for the door, motioning her drunk and horny friend to follow her into the pit of self denial of her longings. She knows the only guy that will pay attention to her is the 52 year old drunk guy at the end of the bar; drinking southern comfort to the point of bobbing his head off the edge of the bar. So to “make things fair for herself” she tries to deny her friend the fruits of a drunken encounter with the man of her sloshed dreams, YOUR buddy.
Your duty, your honor as a man, your cruel punishment for not picking up the other hot chick is to play interference. You know what you have to do, though despising it, you must deflect, mesmerize and possibly sleep with the “Friend”.
You fucked up, but now you have to do the right, but oh so wrong thing.

So….
She’s fat:

Think of the HUGE tits, close your eyes and play with em.

She’s dumb:

You suck at being a wingman, if you can’t just put a sock in her mouth and fuck her to help out a friend…man.

She’s the ugliest women you’ve ever laid eyes on:

Close you’re eyes and pretend it’s not your freshmen year of college in the dorm hall on the 5th floor of Corbet hall at CSU, but it’s your birthday man, and she doesn’t give such bad head as you pretend she’s the sorority chick you saw earlier at the party and DON’T JUDGE ME MAN. Deny ever meeting her the next night, it’s going to take a while to come to terms with shit, but forget, just forget.

-id