When I read stories like these I can't help but wish these idiots had listened to the song by Sublime:



Come on babe it's your lucky day

Shut your mouth, we're gonna do it my way

Come on baby don't be afraid

If it wasn't for date rape I'd never get laid



He finished up and he started the car

He turned around and drove back to the bar

He said "now baby don't be sad, in my opinion you weren't half-bad"

She picked up a rock, threw it at the car, hit him in the head, now he's got a big scar



The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law

Went to the phone and filed a police report and then she took the guy's ass to court

Well, the day he stood in front of the judge he screamed, "she lies that little slut!"

The judge knew that he was full of shit and he gave him twenty five years

And now his eyes are filled with tears



One night in jail it was getting late

He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed

But the guards paid no attention to his cries



That's when things got out of control

The moral of the date rape story, it does not pay to be drunk and horny

But that's the way it had to be

They locked him up and threw away the key

Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind

Even though he now takes it in the behind