THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
Apparently, we used to have a stripper. (And by 'we' I mean, Alaska at large, so probably somewhere in Anchorage.) His name was Tod the Bod.
(not quite as awesome as
Pudgy Midway)
But still, Tod the Bod's whole thing was showing up at bachelorette parties and crashing them, dressed and acting like A Total Nerd.
(this really needs to be a j2 fic already, i can tell.)
Tod the Bod wore the nerdy coke bottle glasses with the duct tape holding them together, the polka-dot bow tie with a plaid shirt, etc. etc. And he'd be loud, and obnoxious, until someone sent the bride-to-be over to ask him to leave.
(*rubs hands together, cackling like a fiend*)
And Tod would say, "Actually, ma'am, i'm with the police department. We had a noise complaint."
(Can you see where this is going?)
"YOU'RE NOT MAKING ENOUGH NOISE!!!!" Out comes the boombox, and off come Tod's clothes.
(And they all lived happily ever after.) XDD
p.s. really? No one wants to write
my GG!Dean/Priestly fic for me? *bambi eyes*