Reminds me of the time I was in New Orleans last year. Was stopped on the street in the Quarter by two guys asking if I'd be interested in going to a "party". so I went and when I got there, my clothes were ripped off and i became the designated bottom for the party. I lost count of how many loads I took. They kept blowing smoke in my face and hitting up poppers. Next time I'm in New Orleans, hope I get that lucky again.