I say stupid stuff all the time.

It's part of what defines me as who I am.

ie:

Martyr spies a hot chica, and has plans for her and him on a date.

Martyr: Hey there!
Chica: Hi. Who are you?
*Martyr is blinded by his own ambition*
Martyr: Want to go see the Rocky Horror Picture Show Tonight?
Chica: Um, what? No. *Swiftly walks away*

The note to self about introducing yourself first and not inviting random chicas to Rocky Horror on a spur of the moment impulse comes a little late now, doesn't it.