If I had no penis, how would I pee? How would I make love? How would I think?
An umbrella is a portable shelter. My penis is a portable people maker.
Don’t be a critic. The critic is to art what the limp penis is to sex.
A tie is like an arrow pointing to my crotch. A tie is also like an even score.
Lord, she really hoped that was his penis and that Greek gods didn’t pad their briefs.
The penis, often regarded as a weapon, is also a burden, the male curse.
I’m as thirsty as an elephant penis in the snow. I’m ready to love again.
Aw, so he used you as a penis cozy and then left? Guys are pigs.
My heart hated her, but my penis loved her. Taken together, I felt normal.