Your stuff torn off pieces of the demin pants into your ears and the howling coyote calls are gone just like that. The stuffed ears somehow bring you down enough to think straight. Now you know how to get back to the party and you walk on back there. When you arrive everyone seems to regard you are now Larger then life. Girls admire you, free beers are handed. Someone rolls an ounce joint in your honer. Suddenly you are a demi=God to them. Your life continues like this and you are very happy for all your days. You Win Win Win!