Too Close for Comfort - The Great Gay American Novel
I am a great cork-popper.
Now what on earth could that mean? Do we take the literal definition, that is, I am great at popping corks? Ergo, I am, à la a magnificent circus freak of collegiate proportions, gathered-around and ogled by the friends, well-wishers and acquaintances who coo and aspirate at my superb, pre-eminent, P. Diddy-like cork-popping abilities? Is that really what I mean?
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