“James! James wait up!” Gail Kim called, running up to the Tennessee Cowboy. James stopped, looking at her inquiringly. “Do you have a moment?” Gail asked. “I’m doing some research, and I wanted to get a man’s point of view.”
“S’pose,” James mumbled.
“Great!” Gail pulled a small notepad out of the bag she carried across her arm, flipping to a marked page. “Ok, first question. Is an aroused penis supposed to point up, or can it go any direction?” She looked up at him expectantly; he just stared at her. “I don’t mean you or Chris in particular,” she clarified, “just in general.”
James shook his head, adjusting his cowboy hat. “Don’t think I wanna answer that question,” he stated.
“Alright. Maybe a less personal question.” Gail reached into her bag and pulled something out. “Could you demonstrate, on this cucumber, what constitutes ‘big’?”
James’ eyes bugged at the sight of the large vegetable. He shook his head, turning and walking away.
“Hey!” Gail called after him, “How ‘bout a zucchini?”