I headed to a friends last night with my lass for a BBQ. Ended up in the pub. Wasn't drunk (but quite very very merry). Started to walk home with my lass, ended up in some park area. Next thing I remember is being woken up by my phone, flatmate calling to say my lass just got a taxi home with THREE TILES. There are now three green horrible tiles sitting in my frontroom. WHAT HAPPENED?!
EDIT: That was supposed to be wakeup, not wakup...hehe
EDIT: That was supposed to be wakeup, not wakup...hehe