There are no time restraints and no fashion requirments. The "walk of shame" that follows this booty call is the one where the mom from across the street sends you home because you wrote with black Sharpie on her wood kitchen floor while she was talking on the phone and watching DVR'd "Real Housewives of NYC" while pretending that she was actually doing laundry.*
Current King of the Booty Call: Schmayden
Happy 5th Birthday Schmayden -- THANK YOU for your morning call. The sound of the 12 inch Trek spinning furiously arond the cul-de-sac at 1 million rotations a minute shortly before 8 A.M. prompted Golfdad to bust out the griddle and the Reddi-Whipp and cook you up one MEAN birthday breakfast...you little beast.


*this is a dramatization it definitely didn't actually happen, yet!

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