I'm not sure how much wacky-tobacky these idjits had smoked, but they were all giggling and talking and hugging like a bunch of kids at a slumber party.

These were supposed to be grown men!

What's even weirder was that I didn't know any of them, but they still greeted me like I was their best friend. I would just be walking down the path and and they would all smile and nod and say things like, "How are you doing tonight, old-timer?"

I'm not positive, but I think that a couple of them might have winked at me. They were so hopped up on goofballs that they musta thought that I was in on some sort of secret joke!

The weirdest thing of the whole night was yet to come!

As I walked closer to the edge of the park on my way home, a man with a big moustache and a leather hat stopped me and put his hand on my shoulder. I thought that he was going to try to mug me, but he just smiled and said, "How about it, pops? What do you say that we screw?"

I couldn't believe it! This idjit was so messed up on drugs that he thought that I was a woman!

"Screw me, my ass!" I shouted at him. But the idjit just smiled. This guy was dumber than a tractor!