Originally Posted by glastonelle

Last night my mate had some sort of midlife crisis (though shes only 19 :/) and decided her lifes not going anywhere and went out to K road (notorious hooker street), got her nipple pierced, drank f*ckloads and got completely hammered, dyed her hair purple and bought $120 worth of Cadbury chocolate.

This morning I got a call from her - crying, whining, just generally freaking out - and at 6.30am I had to drive to hers, stop at a 24-hour dairy to buy natural-coloured hair dye for her, dye her hair, look after her while she puked everywhere, clean her up, and try not to get her bloody nipple ring infected.

Moral: I'm a good friend. My only compensation was that I got to share the chocolate.