The other night I was feeling nostalgic for The Greatest American Hero, so I donned my Billy Katt get-up and hot-footed it over to Bob Culp's place where we proceeded to do a chinese-handcuffs on Connie Selleca.

After six or seven hours, we were humping so hard that our ding-dong tips were actually touching. It was so beautiful that Ryan White rose from the grave just so he could jack-off to it. Believe it or not!

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get my Wynton Marsalis costume on and get over to Gwyneth Paltrow's mansion. She's going to have a miscarriage in my mouth and let me spit it up her poop-chute.

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