Hearing rumours about our (gay, slutty) colleagues giving blow jobs in the fitting room makes us wonder what we're doing wrong.
Black-out nights compete with projectile vomitting, hamburger breakfasts and waking up next to total douchbags who quote Fat Pizza make us wonder what we're doing right.
J found herself getting cock-blocked yet again by Wow even though she tried to avoid him and get back her skull ring that was stolen by the glam guy she slept with last week. Wow continued to follow her around and make sure she didn't have a chance to talk to any other guys. She ended up taking him to the park, as is her style. He got awkward and nervous and apparently had a small penis. Basically everything J hates in a one night stand. Wow apologised and told her 'next time' they'd go to a hotel. Um...there isn't going to BE a next time!
M left E at home for a night out with A. A convinced her to dance to Bon Jovi, the only rock band M likes. They decided on a fair night, with half at a place of A's choosing and then half at a place of M's choosing. They ended up at a hip hop club where they bumped into V, who A carefully ignored. V seemed fine with that at first but then seemed to get drunker and pissed off and started yelling at A across the room that she was a slut and a shitty girlfriend. Uh, V? A is NOT your girlfriend and grow up.
M and A left to go to another late night bar. Later that night G spotted V entering a strip club. When she told A, her housemate just laughed. Guess he needed someone else to dream about...