Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Evil Plot.

Boys won't let me measure their penises.

I measured my hands.



(Three inches across exactly. I have tiny hands.)

8 comments:

  1. Why are you measuring?

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  2. Bruno - For Science!

    ...I dunno, I'm a curious person. In both senses.

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  3. Will you report on your findings? Perhaps you could get them published in The Pacific Northwest Journal of Perversion.

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  4. Bruno - I report on everything, it is my blessing and my curse.

    Dunno about PNJP though, the peer review process might be a little upsetting. I was thinking more the popular press: Nosy Bitches Weekly?

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  5. What is it with women-folk and that measuring thing? My wife has apparently done it to me in my sleep, but she asks all the time. It feels too much like being a science experiment and bugs me a little.

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  6. Scott - I measure penises for the same reason that I ask men their middle names and where they went to elementary school--when I'm infatuated with a boy I want to know all about him, whether I actually need the knowledge or not.

    Also, if I suspect the result will be over six inches there's a certain degree of pride.

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  7. Also, if I suspect the result will be over six inches there's a certain degree of pride.
    ? You're proud for landing an above-average dude or for surviving being pounded with 6 inches of dude?

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  8. Bruno - both! I wouldn't say "surviving" so much as "being honored with", though.

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