"Hey guys, so if a girl has a great body, can she still be a zero out of ten?"
"How d'you mean?"
"Well, if she's got a real ugly face, for example."
"Hmmm. Tricky one."
"I know, right?"
A few second's pause. Then:
"I don't think so. I think no matter how bad her face, that can't cancel out all the other stuff, can it, really."
"Yeah, I'd agree with that."
Eating aside, I spent the majority of my Friday evening watching my first college basketball game. The players involved moved rather fast - I slowly came to the realisation that if I'd run onto the court at any point during the match I'd have been reborn and as human roadkill and then peeled off the floor- and I also wasn't entirely sure of the rules beyond the standard ball-meets-hoop love story, so I grew a bit tired of the sport after the first, say, four minutes. To try and amuse myself, I turned to my friend and asked if he wanted to place an innocent wager on whom the victors would be. The loser, it was decided would have to fetch the other cups of cocoa for the weekend's duration.
I'd have said it was a silly thing to bet on. Had I lost.