It was 2:30am. I was looking up at the posters of carl wheezer on my wall, bewildered by how hot he was. I couldn’t get my fragile, innocent mind over it. I was just about to doze off whenever I heard a light tap on my window. I saw carl. His fat, stubby fingers were caressing my windows. I couldn’t believe it. I let him in and offered him a croissant. “Aaaaaaaaaahhhh” he exclaimed. He then proceeded to unzip his pants and he took out his meat scepter. I was ready.