Mike after dinner. That look on his face would be a combination of: 1. Amusement at his placement within a giant symbolic vagina; and 2. Fear of his impending need to induce vomiting. I don't want to start waving my dick around too much, but I should note that prior to the foregoing dinner, I had already taken in four hot dogs this very evening. And I kept the bulk of this feast down. Right after dinner, we had an interesting encounter with the locals, recounted here.

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