About the “Small Penis” Fetish
Part of being human means that we’re not perfect; at the very least, we can’t all be perfect in every area of our lives. There are certain things some people have, and certain things that some people don’t have. Like, that mighty male appendage named the penis. Some men have the stuff that dreams are made off, and some men…not so much. These guys go around living their days and nights much like their well-hung counterparts, but they carry around a very special, personal secret. They have dicks that make Vienna sausage look like oversized dildos.
So, no matter where you fall in all of this, know that there is a woman waiting on the other side of a phone line to exploit your shortcomings, and you’re probably pretty damned glad, since that’s all the feminine attention you probably get!
Do me a favor, will you? I want you to unzip your pants, and pull down your boxers, or ‘tighty-whiteys’, and take a look at that stub that you pretend is a dick. Are you absolutely sure that you are even a man?
Maybe the doctors made a mistake, and told you that you were a male, because of that unexplainable mole in the middle of your groin!
I mean, I’ve eaten French fries that were longer, and that had more girth than what you have! You resemble that little corner of cake that’s on the end of a twinkie….but much more skinner. So, okay, I take back the twinkie thing, cause that’s too large of a scale to describe you. YOU, my friend are in the same league with a tator tot….and that’s when you strain yourself to an ‘erection’!
But why do you even bother with trying to have an erection in the first place? Oh, you have to pee? You mean you don’t sit down on the toilet just like I DO? Wow, I like a man that puts all his effort into things (giggle).
You know what you should do? Instead of wasting brain cells thinking and wishing you could get laid (because lets be very real, IT AIN’T GONNA HAPPEN!), you should go out now and buy little dolly clothes for it. Then you should also buy a digital camera for it, and set up a website for it. Then me and all my friends can have a girls’s night over at my place, and I can punch up your website, and we can all fall over each other laughing at it. We’ll spill our drinks, and roll on the floor while watching the “little train that could” try to rise to the occasion (I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN!!!!!!!)
So, if you want to hear me lavish more “honor” on that pencil eraser, pick up your phone now, and be a good little eager beaver!
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