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The Portland gift exchange changed the way a lot of us thought about erotic storytelling and the giant lesbian asses that surround it. MisterSatan's narration of Big Butts Monthly told the ham-scented tale of a passionate same-sex relationship between two beast monsters that both aroused our loins and could, between panties banditing, knock a jetliner out of the sky with a giant unstoppable pork hand.

Earlier this evening I had the third gift-exchange party I've been to this week. There was no hardcore pro-wrestling like there was at the SG PDX get-together, but I did find a fake moustache and used it to complete what can only be described as a transcendantly brilliant disguise. After the house party (where I received a Captain America homoerotic action figure, Army of Darkness, XBOX accessories, and a toy car inspired by the homoerotic hero Captain America) we went to the bar where I introduced myself to the bartender as The Empire Strikes Back's Billy Dee Williams. My impression was impressive despite my cracker-ass-crackerness. She didn't seem to understand anything was out of the ordinary and someone nearby told me they knew my moustache was fake. It was only recently that I recovered enough from the panic of being discovered to type about it.