From the moment a baby boy first discovers his penis and pulls at it as if to see how long it can stretch to the day an old geezer starts taking Viagra, it seems that men are completely obsessed by their dangly bits from birth to death. The far away look a baby boy gets when he discovers it and the outraged cry when his mother puts his nappy back on, that never really changes, does it? I have yet to meet a man who doesn't have his hand in his pants quite unselfconsciously while relaxing and watching telly - it's almost like they need the comfort of making sure it's still there...
When I first saw this clip I couldn't help wondering what on earth made this man decide that it's a good idea to draw with his penis and how many boners he's given himself doing it!
The saying 'the little head rules the big one' really does seem to apply to most men - think about all the ugly old rich oupa's with young totty hanging off their arms who clearly married them for love.
When Himself was in the army one of the guys in his bungalow drew a female shape on his mattress, cut a hole in the mattress at the erm... appropriate spot and shagged away happily every night! Have you ever???
I'm really glad I was born without one - how many hours are wasted thinking about size/ girth/ length/ next legover? Sitting watching porn by yourself? I always imagine an old greek man in a dirty vest doing that for some reason. And THEN it makes me think of all the sad old bastards found dead with boners after too much Viagra coupled (see what I did there?) with a lot of excitement...
Thank gawd, the ONLY time I've ever had penis envy is when I really need a wee because I don't do public loo's!
GeeGee xx
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