For Sale: Foffa Single Speed Custom-built bicycle

Portugal, 2011.

I have 2 incredibly rich friends, the first one's dad owns a very profitable motorcycle company, the other owns a used car company that has a catchy/annoying tune they play on the TV.

We stayed in friend no.1's apartment in Lagos in the algarve for 2 weeks. One night I met a girl at a place called Grand Cafe in Lagos town and we well, hit it off. This girl invited me and my friends back to her house. When I say house I mean mansion. This thing was stupidly big, about 15 bedrooms or so, 3 pools and a huge garage. The girl looked like Audrina form The Hills and in my drunk state, that's what I called her for about 6 hours, but even though I was drunk, I know she was hot as I saw her on the beach the day before when I was sober.

While everyone was partying I took this girl upto one of the bedrooms and once again, we really hit if off. After we had finished playing cluedo, she went for a shower. I was hammered and was starting to feel ill, really ill. I did what I thought was best in that situation, spew up all over her expensive bed, then try to cover it up by putting the covers over it and spew up all over them. As I did this I could hear the shower stopping and her drying herself off, I couldn't find any clothes except my boxers so I slung them on a dashed and for some bizarre reason I took her house keys with me. I ran for my life and was sick in one of the Jacuzzis on the way out, flagged a taxi down just in my boxers and went home to my friends house.

Best part of it was, I went onto Facebook when I got home a week later and had a friend request from her wanting to meet up when she gets back in the UK (this was 3 days after I had puked in her bed, stole her keys and ran away)

Cash back.

What happened next?!!!!!