In college my roommates and I had a pretty large party at our apartment, kegs, margarita machines, full bar, etc. I spent the whole night trying to get into this one cute chick's pants, and it was going pretty well until she tells me that she's going home because her boyfriend is meeting her at her place. Since I was three sheets to the wind, the only acceptable action was to look at her other roommate who just got left at the party and tell her "You'll do. What's your name?"
She stayed for three days. Not as cute as the first girl, but she was a gymnast. I'll call it a win.
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