Monday, May 22, 2006
I'm a man, yes I am
So the Spousal Unit and I are out in the front yard yesterday morning planting a bunch of new flowers and bulbs in our garden when 2 guys on Harleys ride by. We live on a little dead-end road so they're only going about 10 or 15 mph. They give us the little head-nod thing, you know, the universal symbol for "How you doin'?" We nod back. I'm standing there with a garden trowel in one hand and a watering can in the other. I say to the SU in my most manly voice, "Yeah, I'd have been out on my Hog this morning but you know how it is. I've got all this astilbe to put in and that bucket full of calla lillies ain't gonna plant itself." I'm pretty sure my penis actually got a little shorter.
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6 comments:
I didn't know it could get any shorter.
Funny thing is there's a good chance those Harley dudes are gay. I mean all that leather and tough guy mentality has got to attract plenty of gay folks - not that there's anything wrong with that.
Thanks, you brought about a giggle on a very, very boring Monday.
Zoe- It can't anymore. And I'm gonna have to have a few words with the SU about who she tells these things to.
MCM- They were on their bikes at the time so I couldn't tell if the leather chaps were assless or not.
PG- Yeah, my weiner makes girls laugh all the time. I'm sort of used to it.
The SU and I watched an episode of Real Sex on HBO the other day and one of the segments was about this group of guys who do Penis Puppetry. They take their johnsons and their nuts and twist and squish them into various shapes. It was pretty funny but the SU said, "Those guys had pretty big dicks" which makes sense because you'd need to have something to work with. I could do tricks like, "The Bellybutton" or "The Peeping Tom" but it would pretty much end there.
My trick is called "The Emascualted Gelding". Don't need much at all.
I think I'm going to give this a post of it's own because, well, it should be commented on appropriatley. Or more inappropriately.
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