Just what you've always wanted to see -- some weird old guy voguing to Khachaturian. And we're proud to bring it to you.
You just HAD to go on about chasing Patrick around with a strap-on, didn't you? Now it's infiltrated my subconscious, to the point where I just woke up from a weirdly vivid dream that involved a dude ranch, Rhys Ifans biting my big toe, and me sexually satisfying the partner of a podcaster (and no, I'm not going to say which one) with a strap-on.
I did NOT need to dream that! And it's all YOUR fault! Oh, dear sweet mother of Cthulhu, why why WHY did I dream that...
