He was an odd man, who liked to hold his penis,
He always stayed with his aunt,
Never had a girlfriend,
And his mother used to clean for us.
Not particularly handsome,
He searched high and he searched low,
Girls liked him but they'd always say,
'You can't be holding your penis all day'.
One day he chopped it off,
And put it in a jar,
He found a girl to marry,
But their sex life never got far.
1:30 AM 5/23/2013 ©
Comment on 'Penile Love'
His pen is still with him, I suppose!
Pen is mightier than the sword, he doesn't know it seems.
ben
yes.
yes.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Penility Is Funny
You know I had to come. I was whore-knee once, but a clitorectomy was not an option - Men! An ode to somebody else's junk. Okay. And old junk at that! (smile) That was funny ~~A~~
roflmao...
roflmao...
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Hahahaha! You're all funny!!
Hahahaha! You're all funny!! :)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "