You showed up at the big dance with the ugliest girl I've ever seen in my life. She out-dressed you, out-danced you, out-drank you, knocked you on your butt and dragged you around the floor by your heels, and then threw you in the bleachers.
But somehow, you managed to score while the rest of us were struggling to get to second base.
In the end, you pulled it off for the 'Belt. Good work.
Not pretty work, mind you, but good work.