Oh boy, my head. What the hell happened last night? I don't remember anything past that fifth round of tequila shots! And who the hell are you? Did I meet you at the third bar? Say... did we fuck? I mean, I guess if we did that's ok. Maybe we could even have a little morning round two - that always seems to help my hangovers. Why don't you stroke your cock for me and get it nice and hard. Don't take this the wrong way honey, but it's looking a bit on the small side. OH. You mean that's as big as it gets? Yikes. Uhhh, surely this can't be right. I... did we really fuck?