.... ever looked at their dick and realised just how many major life decisions it has made for you. And wondered how much happier you might actually be without it?
Ah, the old dicktheorya hypothesis. John Wayne Bobbitt's missus solved that problem for him with alarming alacrity.
As Kingsley Amis (and others before him stretching back to Plato) have noted: The male libido - like spending 50 years chained to an idiot.
Blessed is how I feel when I look at mine. Those that have experienced the ride feel so much happier because if it. Tell her you’re sorry today & it’ll blow over. Don’t hang around though or she’ll empty your shed & **** over your plans for a new one.
Personally, I'm in awe of mine, it was responsible for 3 children and indirectly 7 grandchildren, all of whom are a delight.
Ah no nothing like that. It was just one of those moments where you really see something for the first time, and realised how it manipulates you into obligations and duties without you really knowing.
It's a design flaw. We've the two decision making organs, and only enough blood to operate one at a time.
Reminds me of Julie Walters in Personal Services (?). 'Once you've got them despunked you can make them do anything' Edit. Got that wrong, its: They don't talk a *bit* of sense till you've got them de-spunked.
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