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Yeah, actually. I dislike myself intensely, so I tried punching myself, but it was just my reflection. No, I’m joking.Did you hurt yourself?
Yeah, look—I've got a big scar on my hand. It was the stupidest thing, like, ever. I get memory loss a lot as well, then forget my PIN and end up blocking all my cards. That’s annoying when you wanna get lunch.Well stop getting so wasted then, Angelo.

I don’t remember! I get lost a lot. I run away and never come back. I wake up in the morning and I don’t know where I am.Where’s the worst place you’ve woken up?
I woke up in the apartment beneath my friend’s thinking that it was her apartment. I made breakfast and watched TV and everything before realizing I didn’t know whose house I was in.How did you get in?
I climbed through the window. No one was there, thankfully.

No, it was years ago. I’m not young anymore.How much did you take off?
Oh, the whole top. Photographic evidence proves I took my bra off.
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No, it was awful. This is good "people advice" for the holiday party season coming up—it’s not so funny the next morning when you realize you still have to work with them. People do tend to look at you differently after they’ve seen your boobs.

He had had a complaint that some kids had been doing graffiti somewhere nearby, so I decided to be as helpful as I possibly could.Genuinely?
I was genuinely trying to be helpful, but can you imagine the look of fear on peoples' faces, watching me run around with a load of trash floating behind me?I'd say it was probably more disdain than fear.

And he'd never even had a tattoo before. He doesn’t even like them, actually.Why flowers and swirls?
Because he likes drawing them. He didn’t talk for three days afterwards—apparently it was my fault.What tattoo did you get?
It’s on my collarbone and it says "Life’s About Choices." It’s a pretty standard tattoo, but I don’t regret it, unlike him.Maybe it was your fault. If you had yours done first, maybe he would have read it and taken notice.
Yeah, he clearly made the wrong life choice. How about you, Monique?
Monique: I’ve never been drunk. I don’t drink.Well, that’s that then.
