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The other day I was having dinner with my friend Trevor and he mentioned something that just makes me smirk one of those snarky curled lip smiles. You know, it was one of the light-hearted yet cruel smiles one gets with confirmation of the veracity of some urban legend.

Before I get to the reason behind this particular smirk, I should establish the bona fides of Trevor ie he is a complete gay-man-whore! I mean he gets around more than the average internet rumor. Imagine if Wilt Chamberlain dug guys and actually had boned as many partners as he claims, thatd be Trevor. So when he mentioned over dinner the other day that he attempted to have sex with the smallest man he ever saw. It means something. That man must have been *tiny.*

As as he and I were talking about that unfortunate man, Trevor mentions that his car had some funky seat-cooling thingamajigs. This, of course, leads me to ask: what kind of car are we talking about?

Thats right; a Range Rover.... Not the small LR3, not the Land Rover Discovery but the BIGGEST, blingiest, most costly and absurd vehicle since the Hummer H1 stopped production was the vehicle of choice for the suburbanite closeted gay man with the smallest penis in West Michigan.

Oh, I love it when suspicions end up confirmed...