Things that make you go, hmmm...

The mere thought of two girls swapping DNA turns Ken, as he so cutely puts it, into "The Merry Woodsman." Me? Eh. It's kinda like watching "Back to The Future" on TBS for the hundredth time. Fine, whatever, nothing else is on and it's a fun movie.

Now, do girls get soft and creamy over two boys playing tonsil hockey? Interesting question. For me, it's simple: yes, and no. Yes, I derive immense pleasure from seeing men's naked bodies, their muscles rippling as their arms intertwine...But then, the attention whore in me roars to the surface, and I want to be in the middle of that sandwich. STOP looking at each other, and look at ME! Gimme every single inch, cell, strand of genetic code RIGHT NOW. I am a testosterone-seeking junkie, I AM THE CENTER OF YOUR UNIVERSE!!!!!

Phew. Where was I?

Oh yeah. The two boys thing. Just one request: may I please be the patty in your double-double?