Totem Poles and Glory Holes

Okay, so Bareback Mountain finally showed up, and yes, it brought a sticky, semen-y tear to my eye. But now, the theaters are still against me, because the new Glory Hole movie is not in town. Those of you who know me well know that I love Glory Holes even more than Gay Cowboys. I've been trying to talk Skippy into getting such Glory Holes standardized in all the cubicles at his job. It would make that coffee break all the more satisfying.