Guess Who Has The Remote Control.
A group having a night out play a guessing game with the loser coming first.
It was getting late, and the leaving do had been going on since half-past five. Most of the others had already gone home and there were only eight of us left now. Two of the boys from the office, and six of us females, with ages ranging from myself at forty-seven, down to the youngest of the girls, Pat, who was just nineteen.The other girls were Jill, twenty-four, Anne, twenty-eight, Betty was thirty or thereabouts, and J...