Bah, the only one feeling left out is you.
Desperate ain't lonely.
Don't say you're desperate. At least not out loud. Chicks hate hearing that shit.
It's a song title. I don't remember what song, unfortunately.
<---not desperate.
Good to hear. Here's hoping you wind up thrust onto a coffee table by a drunken nympho at 12 a.m. tonight.
I'm personally hoping for a rendezvous in the girl's bathroom, also with a drunken nympho.