Every time I wake up with a headache the size of Burkina Faso’s trade deficit and a something warm, soft and female beside me, I know I’m appreciative of that someone special. This is not the (most likely less-than) lovely creature next to me, but whoever filled the role of wingman the night before.
For those of you unfamiliar with the term wingman (Brad Pitt?), he’s basically the guy that goes to lengths to help you get laid, sometimes out of generosity, but more likely because he wants you to help him score that cutie in Psych 101 later that week. The wingman is the guy that you can compare notes with and, with your combined knowledge, actually piece together 30% of the night before. The wingman can sometimes play