Ham 3 some. I liked to party. So after the clubs close at 5 am I go to a squatters den where they party all the damn time. Drunk and stoned I go in through the backdoor, much like my friend would, to the former city depot, where the city kept its equipment. And I hear something really weird. So I go look. In the bushes, right there, is a friend of mine, with my puffy ex on his dong, and her best friend hamplanet on his face. His hands grabbing all the ricotta on her thighs and her squaling like a piggy. I am the giggling redneck in this. This thin as a rail cokehead is porking 2 porkers in the bushes of a squatters party den where everyone can hear in go take a look. So I ask him inside later, laugh hard about the whole thing and so my ex finds out. She still wants me back and does her begging, and she offers.me.a.go.on.her.and.her.hamplanet.friend. So I am pleased and we can get back together. I told her I did not want her humongous ass or her humongouser friends ass especially not after Tony Montana junior just blew a load in the colon. He was never the careful type and proud of it. This is the day I quit all the smoking weed and what else I did including McDonalds. I hate to think about what would have happened if she got this grand idea and I was so out cold again I just laid there. Cold shivers even now. tl;dr: my bro nailed 2 hamplanets, I quit all drugs including the beetus. Never again.