It's not the size, it's how you use it
Imagine my surprise when today--after watching my daily advertisement in order to be granted access to the site--the main page of Salon.com loaded and lo and behold, there was an article about male enhancement. When I say "male", you should infer that I mean "cock". And, when I say "cock", I don't mean "a-doodle-do". It's not exactly Salon's usual fare.
Some guy has Mr. Lifto-d his penis to the tune of a whopping 10.5 inches--FOUR over his old size.
I suppose I should be happy for the guy, or maybe moreso for his girl. Not only did he defy his genes, but he also gave Enzyte the bird in the process. How he did it, however, is more than I can stomach. Fuck if I'm going to hang a 45-pound weight from my thingie for up to 7 hours a day just so I can say "I'm proud of my male member" and mean it. I don't think I can even curl a 45-pound weight.
Plus, I recently took to wearing my sweat pants around the apartment, and I'd hate to see that fashion statement sacrificed for the sake of not startling the ladies.
This bizarre ritual of "natural" enhancement reminds me of those African tribes that stretch their ear lobes and bottom lips by placing bowls in them. The bigger the bowl, the better your status in the community.
Just imagine if people actually spent as much time thinking of ways to maximize their brain's capabilities. Geesh. Then again, the guy in this article is on an antipsychotic drug. So, maybe he's already got that end of things taken care of.
Some guy has Mr. Lifto-d his penis to the tune of a whopping 10.5 inches--FOUR over his old size.
I suppose I should be happy for the guy, or maybe moreso for his girl. Not only did he defy his genes, but he also gave Enzyte the bird in the process. How he did it, however, is more than I can stomach. Fuck if I'm going to hang a 45-pound weight from my thingie for up to 7 hours a day just so I can say "I'm proud of my male member" and mean it. I don't think I can even curl a 45-pound weight.
Plus, I recently took to wearing my sweat pants around the apartment, and I'd hate to see that fashion statement sacrificed for the sake of not startling the ladies.
This bizarre ritual of "natural" enhancement reminds me of those African tribes that stretch their ear lobes and bottom lips by placing bowls in them. The bigger the bowl, the better your status in the community.
Just imagine if people actually spent as much time thinking of ways to maximize their brain's capabilities. Geesh. Then again, the guy in this article is on an antipsychotic drug. So, maybe he's already got that end of things taken care of.
posted by thenoiseboy @ 3:30 PM
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