While drunken robots were watching towers explode, my good friend S. was sharing a bed at a country home with her two good friends who were getting it on. "There is no way they could have thought I was asleep," she asserted, "cuz as soon as they started making out, this guy started playing drums really loudly outside the door." I ask you, is there anything more icky than witnessing your friends get it on for the first time? The next day, at a store in the Gatineau's, there was a sign that read: prices may vary according to customer's attitude.
