Now, I won't deny having a smutty mind (life would be intolerably boring without a smutty mind!).

But writing a story with two gay five-year-old dads. With a real person as their son. Oy!

Seriously, the story was way too fun not to write. And when we do get to hell, we'll have a big party -- complete with chips and dip. Maybe even nachos.

Love your icon, btw.