Two ladies in a bar. Matteo and I sidle up to the table and turn on the charm. Matteo begins by guessing star signs. This is risky becuase, as I later find out, he has absolutely no idea what he's talking about. The only person he gets right is me. Then one of the birds asks she he thought she was a Gemini. He said it was because of her nose.
At which point I lost it, safe in the knowledge that recovery was futile.
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