Lay down with dogs. Wake up with fleas.
Dittoes. If these sleaze-bags had any decency and common sense at all, they never would have had this all nighter with a beatdown and an arrest to follow.
They deserve what they got.
One night in late October,
When I was far from sober
And walking home full of my manly pride,
My feet begin to stutter,
So I lay down in the gutter,
And a pig came up and lay down at my side . . .
A lady passing near was heard to say
"You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses!"
Then the pig got up and slowly walked away.
Corey: "Where are all these women who drag you home and have their way with you?"
Sinclaire: "You're a prisoner of high standards."