Dude. “Quit it.” Dude. Bobby. Dude. “I know where you’re going with this, and just stop it.” Go for it, bro. “It, uh, happens to be my wife’s–” Natasha Monster’s. “–birthday today, so if you could keep whatever you’re doing to yourself, I’d appreciate it.” And the one next to you appreciates the Big Dick … Continue reading Meeting The Big Guy