Eating worms is one thing but this is down right ridicules. I knew I should have continued picking truth.
Why did I ever let Lisa get to me? I didn't even want to play this stupid game. But I chose dare just to shut her up, and now here I am locked in a closet with a Bill Gates mini me. -sigh-
What am I standing on? It feels kinda squishy. Gosh, it's really dark in here. I can't see a thing. Where is that little creeper anyway?
Ew, I hope that was one of the coats that just brushed up against my leg. This is so awkward, he's not even talking; I wish he'd say something; at least talking would make the minutes go by faster.
"Hey Michelle, can I......."
Seriously? good grief, someone unlock the door and get me the hell out of here!