The man sat in his new truck in front of the post office. A small, but noticeable sign, I Love My Penis, hung from the rear view mirror. He had a long well scrubbed face. His nose seem to hang down on his tight lips. He looked like he also loved beer and loved to tell stories about how much he drank. Maybe then, after several beers, he would profess love for his penis.
Penis man sat there in his truck for a long time. The truck had a crew cab. Was he waiting for his friends,other penis lovers, to return from buying chocolates and flowers? Had he been quarreling with his love interest? A lover's spat? One could only hope that they can reconcile their differences.
Monday, October 6, 2008
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