An Adventure? With A Knobtonic Theme?!?!? Sign Us UP!!!

SAY HELLO TO "CLAIRE". "CLAIRE" HAS HUGE KNOBS. UPON WHICH HUNDREDS WILL DELIVER LOADS. YUP. SOMETIMES THINGS JUST ALL WORK OUT THE WAY THEY SHOULD.

Swear to God it was a fucking trick question. At 44 Double goddamned D it had to be a trick question and I was at least feeling like I was trapped by the trick question while she sat up over me and fingered her bra, taking out one of her 8 pound wonders, first, before switching to the other which came flowing out like root beer. Or better yet: lava. All of that goddamned sex spread across her chest and her clearly waiting for an answer to a question which I didn't know if I should answer, if I could answer, if I even wanted to answer:

"Are you a breast man?"

I mean it broke down like this: admit to a weakness or like a Bush administration member, deny, deny, deny?!?! I mean if I ADMIT to an inordinate affection for big, giant, juicy tay-tays then I've admitted to the possibility that I'd let her get away with murder JUST to keep them hugga-mugs around. But if I deny, much like a Bush cabinet member, I eventually get fucked (not the good way) because she figures "why force him to enjoy that which he is lukewarm about?"

And I?

Pulling my unit from the tightening folds of my trousers and jamming those jugs together before oh-so-gently placing first my luge and then my load between them I said very simply.

"Yes."

WITH A CAPITAL, "L"!!!