The cop out

Yesterday my friend, the cool one, wanted to go Reverse Bungee. I should have, but I was out shopping instead. Such a pity, because I might have yet again been in the company of 3 pretty women, unable to decide on which one to pick - the same startling indecision that, incidentally, happens when I play tic-tac-toe, a game that I can lose to a kitten, a credenza or possibly George W. Bush - and bereft of the sense of achievement arising from not having one of them throw up on me on the way home. Brilliant.