I was talking to a female coworker last night about her love life. Basically, she doesn’t have one these days. She told me that a week ago her and her roommate ran into a guy they both knew. After some drunken blackoutting and general dabauchery, the roommate ended up taking him back to their place for some good lovin’.
The next morning, she said, she woke up topless and with sexy underwear on, and little recollection of the night before. Her roommate told that while she - the roommate - was making sweet sweet love, my friend walked into the room in her half-nekkid sexy outfit and asked if she could join them.
There is no moral to this story.
