Once on a five day fishing trip to Pyramide lake in Nevada near Reno one of my buddys took a day off from fishing "single guy" and when we got home found out that he had planted books of matches in one of our other buddys bags and clothes from the moonlight bunny ranch and Kittys pussy cat lounge complete with a mini menu of the service rendered at each... His wife found them and went nuke on him. Pretty mean little trick that was. He has not been able to go down there with us since then. The perp fessed up but she still don't belive us.

How about that baseball game !!! The difference between a Yankee and a quickie is you do it to yourself...