Oprah and Michael Strahan. Sometimes, when you're at a bar, perhaps a restaurant, perhaps a Red Lobster, when two nice black folks on a date sit next to each other in the booth instead of across (don't know why they do that...) you can merge or meld what 2 people might look like if they mated. For example, if you were to take Tyrone and merge it with Tyrese, you'd get Tyrell. Imagine that?! Well, here you have the result of Michael Strahan and Oprah. You have uprights for front teeth, and the face of an angry hog boring down at you at 25 mph in a Giants helmet because you ate the last cheddar biscuit. Every time a cock went into her mouth, I kept putting my arms up, like it was an overtime field goal. Similar to when an elephant seal emerges from the sea and swings its tusks around-you back up, out of respect. I did not want to aggravate this angry black beach king. I will say though, she knew her role pretty well and I was quite amazed with her work ethic. I would actually give this chick a position that didn't require her being on her knees, that's how great her work ethic was. And-get this-she was punctual, which defies the general CPT rule. Absolute mind fuck. It was like Criss Angel was holding the clock; you can never trust the mind-freak. The best part is the end: where she's sitting in disgust with loads on her face, trying to keep in her pride and the contents of her stomach.