Anyway. It was a freezing Saturday night. After I went to a glorious EPYAL tournament, I decided to go to Megan Brown's with the legendary Corey Myers. We hung out there for a bit before deciding to leave for Kevin Hagerty's "Manhunt" thing out of having nothing better to do (plus a lack of $10.17).

I arrive there and the British kid is carrying a plunger around for whatever reason. We start walking around and end up at Megan's for whatever reason. Guida shows up and we go back to his house for a specific reason. After all that crap takes place, Guida, Jun, Megan, and myself stroll back to Kevin's in the wind.

By the time we arrive back at "Manhunt," Joe and Scott have showed up. We walk around aimlessly for a while, gaining valuable insight on the life of Mark Guida ("Hey, if you wanna roll with Guida...") by quotes from Mark himself. This starts to get boring, though. We want some excitement; some entertainment. It begins with a harmless "Corey, show us your titties." Now if you have been hiding under a rock or simply don't know who Corey is, he is a man with gigantic man-breasts. They are larger than most of the breasts on the girls at school and none of us understand how this is even remotely possible.

Corey runs away and refuses to flash us. People chase him half-heartedly and he runs into a soccer net in true Corey fashion. He thinks he's safe, but not for long...

About 15 minutes later, we congregate at the church pavillion. Corey sees a bunch of us plotting something and he begins to run. Before he knows it, five or six people run at him screaming, "GET HIS SHIRT! LET'S SEE THEM TITTIES!" He is eventualy cornered against a wall and tackled. His shirt is stolen from him--it sounds gay, but it was hilarious. I'm watching from about 15 feet away as Jun uses the plunger to "plunge" his cleavage.

The victorious guys triumphantly run away with his shirt in sheer elation. Corey is left with a furious gaze on his face as he begins to realize the impact of the freezing weather. He stands with his arms crossed under his breasts, shouting, "Give me my goddamn shirt!" Everyone was just about dying; even if they didn't think it was all that funny, Scott's laugh was enough to make them laugh. I thought I was going to die of laughter on the ground. The pain in my stomach was God's punishment for the cruel deed.

Those breasts were simply gigantic; a bisexual's dream. You get the man parts combined with the breasts of a woman. Corey's finest feature was displayed for the world to see, as he framed them with his arms underneath them. It was truly the stuff of legend. It was also probably the angriest I had ever seen Corey, barring a loss in Halo or Madden. He had a genuine look of "I am about to murder someone, I do not care who it is," when he charged at me. Thankfully, after I dodged, he had that familiar, friendly Corey smile on his face.