According to you, my loyal readers:

If you saw a man in your bushes before you had to leave for work, 1/3 of you would call the cops, 1/3 of you would walk by and hope for the best and 1/3 of you would go out there, flail around and tell the man what's up.

Although technically the final option wins. My dad would have voted for it if he knew "telling him what's up" mean walloping him for trespassing.

According to you, my loyal readers:

Velveeta Shells taste like plastic, yet are orgasmic.
I'm glad they don't throttle you with diarrhea.
Vote again next poll.