If I woke up with a penis, I would be different, I mean do things differently:
I wouldn't stick it anywhere it doesn't belong.
I wouldn't brag about it to my friends.
I wouldn't be checking if it is still there on a regular basis. Or maybe I would. Because I could grab it whenever I want.
I wouldn't find references to it any chance I could.
I would never name it. No Puff, the One Eyed Dragon, or Meat Hammer, or Definitely NOT Tiny Flute.
I wouldn't even use the Dicktionary, really, I had to go there.
I wouldn't be a dick about having a dick.
I wouldn't wear tight clothes accentuating what I already know.
I guess I would have a ball, or maybe two.
Of course, mine would look like the statue of David, not an over 40 elderly well, um, worm.
But then the possibilities:
I'd pee outside in the woods with out a care. The first time I didn't have to wipe with a leaf, or worst yet a poison ivy leaf (yes, we will not go there)
I'd show everyone in my family that you can actually make the toilet if you try.
I'd probably ask for a raise.
And yes, I'd probably consume a six pack of beer and go out into the snow and write....
A poem.
What did you think?
And, in case you are wondering, if you were a man, well, ummm, you can calculate your size here
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