Ah, I remember it well. I was sobbing uncontrollably, yet through silent tears as I pulled on the black unused trash bag outfit that you had hastily thrown together for me to wear. (Folks, a word of advice: don't ever make a bet with this lady that you can beat her in a game of the Polish version of Scrabble. A word to the wise should be sufficient.)
I let you escape out my bedroom window after hiding in the closet. You still owe me $200... for peeking.
This post was edited by Merlin at February 5, 2018 7:42 PM MST