At my thirty-year class reunion, the fellas carried me around the Sheraton Sand Key shouting Herr Kokodil is omnipotent, not impotent. Why you ask. Because back in high school I put the names of the girls who would look great in thirty years in one tube and put the girls who would be obese slobs in another. The rule of the game was the girl had to be attractive back in high school. Well I’ve always been able to pick the hottest and most wild chicks, so I won.
But, to this day I cannot decide whether I would have shacked up with Ginger or Maryanne on Gilligan’s Island. This really bugs me. You say do both, but I always choose the best and what if the one I had sex with first wasn’t the best? Then I would have been wrong.
Justice fo’ all.