"Fried Fridays: Visions of Sugarplums..."

Dateline: Wellington, New Zealand

This article came to my attention from a Reuters wire story after it ran in the Manawatu Standard. Before I begin, I wanted you to know I am not witholding names herein to protect the innocent; their names weren't given. Besides, they're hardly innocent...

Can you imagine the luck of it all...as a 31 year-old male with plenty of appropriate hormones, you get a phone call from a young girl you know, one you've been interested in and probably had 'designs' on for some while.

She tells you she has a very special present lined up, ready and waiting for you to go and 'unwrap'. Two 'friendly' women have agreed to meet up with you at their place for a little...well...let's just say you fully understand which column you'll be listed under on Santa's list.

She gives you the address and the appointed hour under the guise of nightfall...she also gives you a strange piece of information about how they are expecting you to arrive, but you are so raging hormonally you could care less. In this situation you aren't really thinking clearly about anything.

So you go to the house...there it is, just like your young friend described it. You look and, indeed, the front window is open, just like it was supposed to be. You look around to make sure the coast is clear of other people, and you go the front door, strip all your clothes off, and throw everything through the open window as a signal that you are there to waste no time in getting your name on the "Naughty" list with them. You then find the front door unlocked, just as it was supposed to be, and you let your excited little self in.

Only it's the wrong house.

Or, more appropriately, the 'wrong' people in said house, so the homeowners tell you after you gave them one helluva scare. While blog readers may be laughing right now, the residents weren't, and they immediately called the police who promptly booked you for being unlawfully on the property...among other things. When you try to tell this rather insane story to the police, they believe you enough to locate and track down the originating caller, verify the story, and charge her with misusing a phone.

Lucky for both of you that upon further judicial review you escape prosecution, get cautioned, and put on 'good behavior' bonds.

And lucky for you this story now gets spread all over the globe.