Friend/Co-worker Chris often likes to joke about being young, gay, and in LA —- and venturing over to the glory holes that apparently exist in Griffith Park.

For those unfamiliar with a glory hole, it’s a hole in a wall where a stranger on the other side has his/her/it’s way with your member, obviously for sexual purposes.  I just assume it’s supposed to be a stranger.

It’s also possible due to typical dating woes in this town, Chris has expressed a desire for food to be on the other side of the hole.  Perhaps chocolate chip cookies?   What about a  simple, but tasty sandwich?

Fuck that.  Cash should come out.  Gold, maybe?  A piece of paper with great advice?  Maybe a gas pump should come out and blow it’s load into my tank.  That’d be nice.

What’s your better idea for a glory hole?  All of these are already much better ideas than some unemployed guy named “Buck,” who has a slight pot-belly, and bifocals —  and who wanders around stalking men after the sun goes down in Griffith Park.