You'd be all like, "Ewww...who is this scary, hairy, chubby guy standing on my doorstep?"n0isenkiss3s wrote:well I'm assuming I'd be drunk and couldn't figure out who he was XP
And I'd be up in the, "I've got a bag of..." and I whip out a huge sack of delicious buds that glisten in the moonlight.
That's when undergarments get moist and the party hasn't even begun.




