there i am, standing in my kitchen making the most delicious mac and cheese, that comes from a box. through the open window, i hear a man clear his throat. I turn around, looking out my fourth story window, overlooking the alley way below. there, i see a man, pants around his ankles, and someone going full swing on his..well you know. astonished at what i am seeing..i promptly cough as loud as humanly possible, as to interrupt their passionate love making. then, i see it, the florescent white ass, of a man, who knows he is now being judged. lit only the orange stain of the street lights, he attempts to pull up his pants while simultaneously running away. although he fails, falling flat on his face, he frantically searches around, but is unable to find me, the one who gave him blue balls.
this is your captain speaking, AND THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SHOUTING.