i always had to struggle to get my hoff on. no one seemed to understand. i think thats what fueled my addiction. i wanted more and more. until the next thing i knew im jagging straight hoff through the seam of my nutsack in some dirty backalley in the worst part thailand. im glad to say i got my demons under control now though, im a functioning addict they call it. hoff twice a day. sometimes 6...