Yeah this is a repost… it’s an oldie but goodie… When I woke up on this lovely Monday morning… my inbox was full and I thought of this post. So I had to share it with you… cause I luuuurrrrrrve you!
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It’s Friday night, and of course, I am at home… going over my multiple email accounts - looking for something to do. My online friends apparently have a life and I am sitting here wondering how many boards of mah jong I have to play to actually scramble my brain enough that it will drip out of my nose.
SO, most of my email is forwarded crap from an old friend.. I don’t even bother to read it. It’s all the same… something something angel… something something friendship… if you do this you will have good luck in something something… bleah. The rest have something to do with my penis.
WOW!!! Now that is some mail. I wasn’t even aware I had one. I mean I have been down there many a time (more frequently some days) and never have I felt ANYTHING that resembled a penis… well at least attached to my body. So, I’m intrigued, why is my penis such a concern? Apparently not only is my penis lacking in size, but I have a stamina issue. It’s depressing… this damn thing… and mine is apparently broken.
SO, I think I am going to order me some of whatever they are selling - because I want the best penis on the block DAMMIT!! I want to be able to whip it out and people applaud. I want to walk down the street and bitch-slap those power walkers with it… or even better… stick it in the spokes of those little bastards that keep riding their bikes through my yard. I want to walk down town with my head held high… both of them… proud to know my penis is the best penis it can be.I’ll show you mine if you show me yours 
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