Boys? Who needs 'Em!

"So, what brand of horny are we talking here?"

"You ever heard of TG stuff?"

"Oh boy."

"Heh, I think you mean 'Oh Girl."

"I really didn't, but okay."

Bunker Babliano hated New York city. He hated the bad weather, the grumpy people, the giant buildings, the busy culture, the traffic...

Bunker Babliano also hated himself. He hated his greying hair, his gut, his cataracts, his shitty depression, his job as an accountant, and how he kept thinking about things he hated.

But, Bunker Babliano freaking _loved _a good bagel. And Danny's shop on the corner had still had a cinnamon one when Bunker got there!

So, you know, it was a pretty good day.

He walked down the busy streets of the Big Apple, weaving between crowds and cars and pigeons, taking perfect bites of cinnamon and cream cheese goodness every few moments. He had a meeting with his boss today, but he had a meeting with his boss everyday. He'd get through it. That's what his therapist always said: life has its ups and downs, so enjoy and appreciate the ups to help you during the downs.

Bunker Babliano smiled, and whistled a bit between bites.

Yeah, today was gonna be good.

NO MORE BOYS. ONLY GIRLS. CUTE ONES.

Bunki Babliano dropped her bagel, which fell into the light cleavage presented by her cute but professional top. The cream cheese got everywhere.

Dammit, come on! She really liked this bra!