know how to masturbate until my bishop told me what it was. I decided to give him an sample of my newly found skill by serving it up to him in a sacrament cup. I knew he'd be sure to get it as Church protocol requires the bishop gets served first. I was surprised at how easily he swallowed it down. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when a few years later he left his wife and moved to San Francisco.
You know. I have imagined this scene in my head. And I find it hilarious, a couple in their home, and a robber/murderer whatever comes in, I could see one of them shouting "I have magic underwear!"