Talk:Hellhound/@comment-71.85.100.139-20160321024901/@comment-71.85.100.139-20160321204841

(Hilarious responses! I see it's a party foul to answer your own WWYD's but I simply cannot resist)

Being just as ridiculous as my friends I walk right up to her, bravado and stupidity guiding my actions. I bow like a bard and proceed to inquire, " Ma'am? I have a question about your weiners?"

She growls and stares fire into my eyes. "What is it? Think carefully!" She barks, clearly she's already had some heat over her current attire.

I struggle to hold in laughter as I clear my throat and ask, "Ma'am I have a very serious question about the deal with your weiners and more specifically what is it?" She narrowed her eyes at that, tongues of flame bursting from them. She grabs my crotch and fondles it roughly, as if investigating something.

She smirks and says, "I don't know MY weiner seems fine to me....don't bother trying to sleep tonight..." I nod and walk back to my friends with eyes wide like deer in headlights.

"That, defini...we shouldn....that was dumb...." I say my friends all perplexed and asking what happened as we walked passed her. She waves at me and flashes an evil grin, all my friends knew that our prank had sealed my fate.