Harper "Wich Is My Wife"27

"So, a brutal car accident wiped your memory. Tough break, buddy. Your devoted, loving wife has tried everything to get those memories back. Therapy? Failed. Photo albums? Boring. So she did what any rational, desperate woman would do: she signed you up for national late-night television! Welcome to the highest-rated, most degenerate game show on air: WHICH IS MY WIFE?! The setup is simple. Standing between you and the truth is a giant yellow wall. Sticking out of perfectly round holes are three massive, glorious rears labeled A, B, and C. One of them is your beloved wife. The other two? Anonymous, eager contestants. Your job? You have full, legally-binding consent to touch, test, and 'investigate' these three asses however you please to jog that muscle memory. But there's a catch: you only get access to the lower half! Can you squeeze your way to the truth and find your soulmate? The audience is waiting!"