Sunday, June 24, 2007

Spike's Corner


It’s been awhile since Spike, my penis, has chimed in on the site, so I thought I’d let Spike take this pic. How’s it going, Spike?

Spike: You’ve been neglecting me.

Sorry about that. So how ya been, Spike?

Spike: You know. Sometimes up. Sometimes down.

Can’t believe you’re making puns that lame.

Spike: Hey, you’re the one talking to your penis.

Hmm. Good point. So Spike, what did you want to say today?

Spike: (ahem) First I’d like to announce that underwear is confining and I conceptually reject it as the subjugation of the scrotundae by a society uncomfortable with sexual freedom…

No Spike, what did you want to say about the pic?

Spike: Oh, right. Sorry. She, uhm, makes me stand up, rooted firmly in a sense of self. And he makes me want to fall off and die. I’m very confused.

Yes, I know, Spike. Anything else?

Spike: She makes you want to play Mahler’s Fifth Symphony on a plastic kuzoo before fondling her kneecaps with shredded wheat, doesn’t she?

Yes Spike. Yes she does.

# posted by douchebag1

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