Yes, it's true. I love it's smooth texture and subtle yet complimentary veins. I love the way it greets me with a smile whenever I feel excited. I love how it's always there for me, no matter how many times I've been kicked to the curb. It has never abandoned me, instead it waits patiently until I'm ready to use it again. I even love the word penis. I love the way it rolls off my tongue. Penis. And most of all, I love all the wonderful friends that my penis has brought to visit me throughout the years. Without them, my penis would be useless and my life would be meaningless. Thank you penis.
I bet mine's nicer. My penis and your penis should have a duel. To see which is truly the ultimate penis.
Mine dies each day, after which I ceremoniously bury it in a nice wrap of cloth, but strangely and miraculously it always arises from the dead, like a zombie, to chase me. Even at night, it keeps hunting me down.
Ever hear the song "Dear Penis" by Rodney Carrington? Its a beautiful song to his penis, and how it lets him down, because they seem to be out of touch in their older age. But, before the tears flow, they make up at the end. Such a happy ending lol. I like my penis too, it works great, and is nicely adorned.
Yeah.. ever hear the song "Detachable Penis" by king missle? The song to describe my life. And I like that kid's pants.
