This is what having a dick is like?

GiaCat

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I was waching Bill Burr and he describes what its like having a dick. Do it! Do it! Do it! Fucking do it! :devil::eek:

Is he just exaggerating for the sake of comedy? Is it really that compelling and insistent 24/7? Does it dominate a man's thoughts so completely? If it does, how do men get anything done? That would make me crazy. Yes, I love sex and I think about it occasionally. But not all the time. He must be exaggerating.
 
Nope, every waking minute some sexual thought goes on.
It is all good.
Just writing this is making me wonder about you, what you smell like, what your pussy looks like, what your...

Ahem, I mean what is the point of having a penis and a vivid imagination if you can't use either?
 
<snip>Is he just exaggerating for the sake of comedy? Is it really that compelling and insistent 24/7? Does it dominate a man's thoughts so completely? If it does, how do men get anything done? That would make me crazy. <snip>
A PUPPY CALLED PUBERTY

It was like keeping a puppy in your underpants
A secret puppy you weren’t allowed to show to anyone
Not even your best friend or your worst enemy

You wanted to pat him stroke him cuddle him
All the time but you weren’t supposed to touch him

He only slept for five minutes at a time
Then he’d suddenly perk up his head
In the middle of school medical inspection
And always on bus rides
So you had to climb down from the upper deck
All bent double to smuggle the puppy off the bus
Without the buxom conductress spotting
Your wicked and ticketless stowaway.

Jumping up, wet-nosed, eagerly wagging –
He only stopped being a nuisance
When you were alone together
Pretending to be doing your homework
But really gazing at each other
Through hot and hazy daydreams

Of those beautiful schoolgirls on the bus
With kittens bouncing in their sweaters.

Adrian Mitchell
 
A PUPPY CALLED PUBERTY

It was like keeping a puppy in your underpants
A secret puppy you weren’t allowed to show to anyone
Not even your best friend or your worst enemy

You wanted to pat him stroke him cuddle him
All the time but you weren’t supposed to touch him

He only slept for five minutes at a time
Then he’d suddenly perk up his head
In the middle of school medical inspection
And always on bus rides
So you had to climb down from the upper deck
All bent double to smuggle the puppy off the bus
Without the buxom conductress spotting
Your wicked and ticketless stowaway.

Jumping up, wet-nosed, eagerly wagging –
He only stopped being a nuisance
When you were alone together
Pretending to be doing your homework
But really gazing at each other
Through hot and hazy daydreams

Of those beautiful schoolgirls on the bus
With kittens bouncing in their sweaters.

Adrian Mitchell
I love this!!
 
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