the twins vs. the stairs

Over the weekend, the six pack got together to have some drinks prior to going to a 40th birthday party, when we began to reminice over the last party we had all been to together. It was a committment ceremony reception for a gay couple friend of ours. I had been looking forward to this party ever since me and my girlfriend had gone to the bachelor, or should I say bachelorette, party.

This occassion calls for a new shirt! So, a new shirt I got. The fashion gods were looking over me that day, allowing me to not only find a shirt that made my boobs look great but to find a shirt that made my boobs look great and that cost only $14.99.

Gay men are obessed with boobs. I knew this going into the party and therefore was a little unsure of my cleavage. Sure enough, like hungry little babies in need of breastfeeding, my boobs became the center of attention. Just about every conversation had the obligatory comment "those are nice... I got something I'd like to slide up in there..." Realizing now, that cleavage, especially after a few drinks, greatly resembles a piece of ass, I decide to go talk to the lesbian in the polo shirt and cargo pants. I needed a break. Who am I kidding? The attention was great! So great, in fact, that we now believe my girlfriend purposefully threw herself down the stairs only to land with her legs in the air and her dress around her waist just to steal my thunder.