Throw on some clothes

You put your baggy pants over your diaper, rip the bib and infant pacifier and shove them in your pockets, and answer the door.

"Hey, John," Mark smiles. "I thought you were sick?"

"oh, umm, yeah," you reply, faking a cough.

He then grabs you buy the wrist and begins to drag you towards his car. "Wow, dude, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm dragging you to the sickest party of the year, that's what the fuck I'm doing! You're obviously not sick."

Oh, shit....