I got sunburn on my chest and it hurt to rest my book on my chest so I fashioned my napkin into a tiny protective shirt and Meredith kept (rightfully) laughing at me.
Um, yeah. Then apparently I dressed up in a pair of Leigh's (??) jeans and a vest that Mayim Bialik must have left at the apartment that time she stopped by to hang out after she'd finished a taping of Blossom.
...this. So you were right, Siege. I guess I am a size one. (PS - Hey Leigh, is there a PONY on my dress?). Afterwards, we ended up betting that I wouldn't run down Broadway buck naked for two blocks. We got down to street level and as we walked outside there were two police cruisers on the corner just hanging out. Saved by the NYPD.
After a little bit of drinking and various other card games, we decided it would be fun to play "Truth or Dare." I chose "Dare" (hoping that someone would dare me to hook up with one of the girls), but instead I got "dared" to let the girls put make up on me. It was like 8th grade all over again.
Hardee-har-har. So now I'm wearing girly make-up and I figure that if I choose "dare" again, they'll reward me for being a good sport and this time I'll get to make out. Too bad I was half right. They wanted me to make out, but they wanted me to make out with Joey. When I informed them that I wouldn't kiss him with tongue, the girls conferred in the corner and then came back to announce that in lieu of us kissing, they'd decided that they'd prefer to watch us have what they called "A Sword-fight."
For a brief moment, it sounded like a win-win alternative until I realized that there were no actual swords in the vicinity.
As hot as I looked (yeah, that's right - "I'd fuck me, I'd fuck me so hard."), Joey wasn't really into the sword-fighting thing either. So instead we had to bump naked asses.
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