090428_textYou wake up squinting and roll over. Confusion. Where am I? Suddenly you sit up – ouch! A rush of blood sends it spinning. Drymouth.

Ah, I remember now. That guy from last night. There he is, sleeping next to me. What the hell happened?

No, this didn’t happen to me. Well, not since college. Our phones didn’t send text messages back then, but if they did, I admit  some of them might have made this Web site:

Check it out: