I agreed to do this Holidailies thing after Kitty started asking people to do it, because saying "no" to a blogger who you-don't-know-very-well-but-really-do-like-a-lot-even-though-not-really-that-way is like the blogging equivalent of trying to stagger home after some hyped up paparazzi party and meeting some dude at a gas station and letting him drive you home while he got himself stoned with a pretty glass pipe. Then, after much protesting and frustration on his part, you bolt out of the car, yell, "Hell no, I'm not gonna give it to you. You can't come inside, suckah!" throw him the horns and drunkenly head into your apartment.
And then you strut through your front door all cool and confident, because you're coy as fuck, and you have an innate ability to work it.
You wake up the next day with an awful hangover, like someone went Sarah Connor on your head with a hydraulic press. You walk out of your room and think, "how the hell did I get home last night? Oooohhh, that's right, working ass and breaking hearts," and then think, "Man, what a dbag" and get ready to high five yourself for a ride well earned, when you look on your coffee table and realize you stole his half-packed bowl.
And it hits you: that's what he wanted you to give him.