....manage to escape the confines of your Calvin Klein boxer briefs on a fairly regular basis by cleverly negotiating his way thru your fly whilst you are asleep? Ms. Evil thinks he doesn't have the acumen much less the dexterity to accomplish this unaided and therefore insinuates that it's somehow a clever ruse on my part to instigate sexual activity. She has the unmitigated gall to accuse ME of aiding and abetting his escape. Of course many other times she DOES capitulate to his cunning and ruthless power over me, mentioning that I am always thinking with my "little brain".  So I know that on some level she sort of  acknowledges his basic intellegence and posession of at least a rudimentary brain. So spill it, men. Does your weenis attempt to wander about nocturnally?