Or what about that time I ran across Grawk in his cabin in the Alaskan wilderness. I invited him to a party, told him there'd most likely be some drinkin', fightin' and even fuckin'. He asked who'd be there, and I told him just he and I. He thought for a minute and then said sure. He asked me to have all the lights off...said he was a bit on the shy side.
When he came in the door I greeted him with a beer and a big hug. Man he was a hairy SOB!
It wasn't 'til the fuckin' started that the practical joke became clear. There were a few scars and a little blood, but that Grizzly bear sure new how to hit my G-spot! I never laughed so hard in my life!
Come to think of it, I never did see Dan after that.