Day #3

WANNA MAKE A BET?

Make a bet with a friend! Add a bit of spice to the day - maybe you'll offer to make a colleague tea for a week if they can beat you at rock/paper/..., or kiss 3 girls in the pub, or eat a whole chilli...

OH it's on my friends, it's on like Donkey Kong!

Not only did it take me most of the day to find a friend willing to bet with me, I struggled to come up with an idea. See, I don't usually makes bets in real life and I sure as hell don't gamble. I'm not a betting kinda gal. I mean, sure, I remember when I used to play poker with my siblings and we'd use lollies instead of actual money, but we'd use LOLLIES instead of ACTUAL MONEY.

Anyway, after convincing my good friend Penny (who also never gambles) to bet something, ANYTHING, with me, we decided to have a play-off of BEJEWLED! If I lost, I had to post a photo of me with an 'L' on my forehead and if she lost she had to be my wingman for an evening. The winner gets something too - they get to keep their pride.

OUTCOME?

No photo, biatches.

In the one game that we played, the game to decide the future, I WON. That means Penny had to be my wingman the next time we go out. BOOYA.

FUCK YEAH. Suck on that! (N.B. This is an example of why I do not bet. I take it all waaaaay too seriously and become, regrettably, aggressive.)

Apologies if there are any blatantly obvious errors in this post, it's Friday night and I may have consumed a couple of glasses of wine...and I may just consume some more. Don't judge me. You can't tell me what to do! You're not my real Dad!