@92b16vx,
Something similar happened to me in 'Nam. There I was, smoking dope in the cockpit of my Cobra gunship, sitting on the tarmac, after a long day of blowing up babies and grandmas with all sorts of sexy rockets and heavy-machinegun fire. Then came Charlie. He jumped out of a tree and landed on me, with a dagger in hand. I ditched my blunt and fought back. We wrestled,
hard. Charlie started losing his black pajamas, one piece at a time. Then it dawned on me -- Charlie wasn't Charlie. Nope. He was MISS CHARLIE, and damned good looking to boot. I couldn't help myself -- I KISSED CHARLIE, and things progressed rapidly from there. Now we're married, with a whole pastle of chillins. Talk about going native.
Long live the 'Nam, baby.:headbang: