Same Thing Happens Every Night...

Remember back in the day, when the only place you could see two chicks kissing was a porno tape? Or a website? Now it's happening everywhere, having made the quantum leap from my twisted fantasies to the next booth over at the Cask n' Flagon.

Look outside your window. Chicks are kissing. In the bars, the danceterias, the subshops, the casinos, the pancake house. This is a world in which chicks will grab other chicks and kiss them square on the mouth. And, here's the thing: many of them are not gay.

These are magical, magical times for people who like watching women kiss. And I am one of those people. So I am delighting in these days of sun and crunchy leaves and girls kissing each other.

Why do they do it? I'm not sure, but I'm certain the response it provokes is a factor. This stuff works like kryptonite, bringing grown men to their knees, forcing them to remove their wallets, keep the rounds of drinks coming, and stretch out their hands while exclaiming to the heavens, "Fuck, god almighty, thank you for girls who kiss other girls."

The only exception is when the women in liplock are over the age of 78. This is simply disturbing. I watched in terror as my Great Aunt Zora went through her "experimental" phase (shortly after Uncle Pete died) and I may never recover fully from the horrors I witnessed. Horrors!

But hot, young, vibrant chicks kissing? Man, that's the stuff. And by "the stuff," I mean, "thing I want to see happening as much as humanly possible." Keep it coming, ladies, and, as always, the next round's on me.

Finally, the latest Question of the Week concerns the "move." Enjoy.