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January 13, 2007 | Photos | editor | 0 Comments
As the owner and operator of a penis, I can't even begin to tell you how scary it is when a girls forearms are as vascular as Angelina Jolies. That hand is like a killing chamber for a penis. Ninety percent of my diary is either drawings of unicorns dancing under rainbows or daydreams about getting a hand job from Angelina, but that's gonna change now. I'd rather slam my penis in a car door than have that thing wrapped around it, beating it to a bloody pulp, if not ripping it off completely. Then I have to spend the rest of the night in the emergency room with my penis in a glass of milk, trying to explain to the doctor why there are grooves worn into it like the handlebars to a 10-year-olds bike. Believe it or not, that's really not the sexy night or adventure I had in mind.