Well, okay, but let me keep my anonymity.
So it happened like two years ago. I worked for Penthouse Co. as a Party Bunny, you know, I did not have my teacher's degree back then, and I had to make good money to pay my mortgages and all. So one day I was supposed to go to a stag party or what you call it, yeah, you know that stupid stuff when the bunny has to jump out of a big big cake at the climax of the night, so there was this big chocolate cake I was hiding in in my bunny costume, shit, and the cake was trolleyed in the hall where the guys were having fun and lo! I pop out of the cake like thunder to see a bunch of good sullen orangemen having a common prayer. I was delivered to the wrong address.