So here's the deal, I'm sitting at home on a Friday night, just minding my own business, when my buddy calls me on the phone. He says that there is an emergency downtown in Seattle and he needs my help and QUICK! I try to ask him what’s up but he says there’s no time, so I start bookin it down to the Last Supper Club in Pioneer Square where he is. I finally get down there and I can't find him for the life of me, I'm looking everywhere, calling him on his cell phone and everything, I can't find him! All of a sudden I hear this grunt coming from the left... down an alleyway... I turn around and look down. It's my buddy! But he is stripped down to his boxers lying in a pile of Seattle alleyway filth. He's dirty, he's bleeding, and he can hardly speak... But he has this smirk on his face... I'm thinkin to myself "What the heck?!" So I slowly and cautiously walk up to him and ask him, "Are you ok man?" he sluggishly lifts his head, looks up at me, and murmurs something unintelligible, followed by a slightly pained yet genuine laugh... "The girls... They were awesome... I met them on Plentyoffish.com.".... So I joined. Send me a message.