YOUR'S IS BIGGER THAN MINE
"HEY!" David Starsky told his partner in a loud voice. "Yours is bigger than mine!"
"No, it isn't," Ken Hutchinson denied in a patient voice. As much as he loved his partner and best friend sometimes Starsky could take the most insignificant situation and blow it all out of proportion.
"Yes, it is!" Starsky declared stubbornly. "It's bigger than mine!"
"What does it matter? Just eat it for God's sake!"
"Hutch, the sign says foot long hot-dogs," Starsky explained patiently "Now mine might be a foot long but yours is definitely bigger than mine."
Hutch shook his head in frustration. Opening the lid to the dumpster they were standing beside, he tossed in his uneaten hot dog.
"What'd you do that for?" Starsky asked in a puzzled voice.
"I lost my appetite," Hutch told him. With a wicked gleam in his ice blue eyes, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his partner's ass with both hands and pulled their denim covered groins tightly together. Grinding his hips against his startled partner suggestively, he leaned in closer and whispered into a curl covered ear, "Besides…we both know that mine is definitely bigger than yours… just wait till we get home…and I'll remind you just how much bigger it is."
He chuckled in amusement as Starsky flushed and threw his own uneaten hot dog in the dumpster too.