nut check gut check

and the piss jug protocol

Having a penis is a wonderful thing, glorious really.

I always have a place to put my hands. There’s always something to do down there. Whether I’m checking in on the crown jewels, or giving myself a quick adjustment, my hands never have an excuse to be idle. I always have my fleshy little (?) fidget spinner in my shorts.

The one eyed monster, love wand or meat bishop that I carry with me is a source of constant delight. There’s nothing better than hanging around with a bunch of dudes and coming up with more and more creative dick jokes. Any new nick name for a someone’s Vera (Wang) instantly makes dudes closer.

Anyone who has been a five year old with a penis has the capacity to see penis jokes everywhere. Happily, many outgrow this ability and leave cock joke around unawares. Every single time we see an ad for “Johnsonville Sausages” my son and I delight in saying “Penisville Cocks”! Mmmm…. Can’t get enough of those delicious dicks.

We’re juvenile and puerile.

Some might complain, but…