Looks like a wound that needs tending to, but holds the attention and
fascination of every heterosexual male with a testosterone level within
the normal range.
Hey, but our junk looks like something that should be wedged between
a hot dog bun and coated with mustard and relish.
Ladies, your rent and new shoe purchase is hanging in the balance.
God's little joke on all of us, or evolution being ever so mindful.
Did ether one anticipate condoms or wardrobe accessories.
Thoughts?
Disclaimer: All tongue in cheek, oh yeah oral.