Whilst your wife Christina fully makes almost certainly of in the power of the magical brother trying to contact your dear dead dog Sniffles, u can’t help but feel that the psychic Wes seems to be just a tad full of shit. Especially when this fellow proposes to tap into your wife’s energy field by burying his own bone betwixt her enchanting hips. U become even greater amount skeptical when the two of them end up exposed and you’re left holding your diminutive schlong in your hand like a two-bit chump. But that’s the power of belief, right? As long as you don’t believe you’re a sissy during the time that you stare at that big dark ramrod, then you’re not!