Today, my friend told me a story about her roommate. One night her roommate went to a party and when she came back my friend asked about her night. "Great!" she slurred. "Drank l-l-loads and got the number of a c-c-cute guy". Then her roomate dragged herself to her room with help from my friend before falling asleep. The next morning the roommate appeared in the kitchen heading straight for the painkillers. "Good night" my friend hinted wanting details. STB
Publish by, dwarf on 06/11/2008
