The other day a guy asked me if i wanted to get "splattered"? I figured we were going for cocktails, But by the time the fourth man load shot across my face i guessed that drinks were out of the question. "Thanks" I said, as i landed a juice bomb of my own all over his ankles. "Sure" he said and he reached for his socks.
Hotel California: Director's Cut
Just wait until you get a good gander of Marc......