I would sooo love for those steaks to show up on my porch tomorrow while my wife is out of town. I could make up a sweet story about how I actually bought them from a store.
"tell me how you got this meat again?"
"well, honey, I dick around on the internet all day at work, and there is this gay guy named brian, or noah, or peterpan, or liam... anyways - that's not important. he had a contest in this thread on this land cruiser site that I hang out at.... anyways, his girlfriend's bulldog picked a number, and... just shut the fxxx up and eat the goddamned steak."