omg this is funny, me well i have on high heels

Since converting the former guest room into turducken's room, when guests come to stay overnight they sleep on a full sized futon in the room that's the study. Though it's not as comfortable as the "magic bed" - as we used to call it - that used to be in the guest room, the futon is not that bad for a futon. I will sleep in there on the nights for whatever reason i toss and turn in my own bed. The only downside, and it's not that big of a deal, is that senor uses the closet in the study for his clothes and shoes and whatnot - since the closet (and two dressers) in our bedroom overflows with my obscene wardrobe. When we have an overnight guest, he just has to make sure to get out of the closet ahead of time whatever clothes and shoes he wants for the next day. Senor has only a few hanging clothes; the majority of the closet contains a shelving system where he keeps all of his t-shirts, sweaters, and shorts folded neatly and organized gap-style. Last Thursday night his good friend Mitch, who senor has known since junior high school, came to stay with us overnight. Mitch works for ESPN and Fox Sports News, and does stats reporting for announcers mostly for college basketball and college football games (occasionally for the NFL, and in the off-season i think he has been known to stoop to arena football). He travels non-stop for his job, and every year he ends up staying with us several times throughout the football and basketball seasons. It's nice because Mitch gets senor press passes to the games, often times with floor seats or standing room in the end zone. Mitch is a great guy, i like him a lot. In addition to being smart and talkative, he's also a very easy guest to have. But he's also mischievous - a character and a big prankster. Together he and i have played a prank or two on senor over the years. In any case, last night i was in the kitchen doing something and i hear senor laughing to himself in the study. He came walking down the hallway, waving a magazine in the air. He said in a fake accusatory voice, "Guess what i found hidden between my t-shirts." I shrugged. "A Penthouse!" and then, "Did you put this in there?" Which may seem like a strange question, except that i've been known to occasionally stick dirty pictures in places where he will find them - which is a difficult trick since senor hates fake titties, and it's difficult for me (though probably not for Nate and some of you others) to find dirty pictures on the internet containing women with their natural god-given boobs. The one time we rented porn together, Senor made us get a couple classics made in the '70s, and we bought thought they were somewhat boring. Porn with a plot is overrated. Well anyway, I didn't put that penthouse in his closet, and i was a little baffled, but only for a second. Senor said, "Well if it wasn't you, it must have been Mitch." Then he wondered if Mitch hid it there on purpose for him to find, or if he hid it there for himself and forgot to take it with him. Whichever. We decided he hid it there on purpose for senor to find. We had a good chuckle over it, and then sat down at the kitchen counter to look through the magazine. Some of the vaginas on those girls don't even look real, so small and blurry and airbrushed, even though they were shaved clean mostly. None of them had their real boobs. Senor thought some of the shots were sexy. It didn't really do much for me - my tastes tend toward the less graphic and more kinky. When we were done senor grabbed the Penthouse and and said, "Okay, well i'm going to go hide this." I asked, "Hide it? Why do you need to hide it?" he answered, "Because that's what you're supposed to do with your porn. Hide it."