Madman,
If you think a cookie is bad.
I had to run home one night when fishing back to backs down there. I fgured I'd just stay at home and get up early, go to the room, wake my partner up, and off we'd go.
But low and behold. It's 4am, I open the door and there's my partner rolling with some gutter skank he met at the gas station. What do you say when this happens?
My response was hurry up. And he did. Booted her out and off we went.
Got my revenge that day when he got seasick on Erie though. I love him but I've made it clear. No skanks when fishing downriver.
Bish