Depending upon your tolerance for the drink in the middle of the day, you can enjoy yourself checking out the cosplay girls at the world’s largest convention of nerds, geeks, fanboys and the even smarter people who take their money. Girls with chub rub in homemade superhero costumes tend to do better around 1:17 am at Halloween parties, but Comic-Con is like a starved trout pond of horny dudes with paunches. These ravenous male fish have spent the past year holed up in their basement apartments giving their credit card numbers to hot married MILFs in their neighborhood who pop-undered on their browsers. The amount of ejaculate uncontrollably spewed inside comfort fit Dockers at Comic-Con is in quantity enough to fill John Travolta’s bathtub. And don’t think he’s not imagining that. Go nerds. Wander purgatory.
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