I would be under dressed, as would the rest of my soccer team, and we would only have the plane wreckage for shelter. Pretty soon, I would get hungry, and my snoring, neighbor, Alfred G. Packer IV would look pretty enticing. Boiled with a few teriyaki packets and some of those peanuts... umm-ummmmm! Don't judge me, his family needed to burn off some karma points.


If toe jam was strawberry flavored...