The Problem with your penis is ........
IT MAKES YOU A F*(&K(*G IDIOT! Either you are a blown up testosterone filled retard who is looking to fight or you are some home seeking mummies boy who can’t fight his way out of a paper bag, which is it? Hey I am all for the gym and being a little bit trimmer but do i really need man pecks like that? I am not a lumber jack! And even If I was I think there might be a song about how I should act!
I mean my penis tells me that it is still possible to fight nazi’s in Egypt and that colonialism was a good thing, but yours, well, it just tells you to do what you want and not think of others. Why is it when I see you in a pub or propping up the bar you are talking with a mouth full of s$%t? What kind of name do you want to give the male side of the species?
Talking about being on the Male Side of the force (yes another penis reference) don’t think that those with a womb will escape my wrath. A womb is also no excuse to act like a total F*(&KW(T. You also have a responsibility to others, you must also act like you care, act like you can function in the everyday world, act like a human being, even if that kind of human is not what you feel like right now. Stand in line, take one for the team, man/women up and become some part of society. This is our world and together we can make it a better place no matter what we have to suffer.
Suffering, well it doesn’t have to be an act of ones self, we can all share and with this act of sharing we can spread the despondency until it becomes one of joy, the joy of sharing, the joy of helping someone else and the joy of friendship. We can help each other and no matter what, unless you listen to your angry penis a bit to much, you are not alone, you are not the first and, by a long way, you will not be the last. Yes my penis might tell me to be Doctor Who, yes someone else’s penis told him he could win the race and these are the times to listen to that bit of sponge like flesh but it also says you are not alone, it also said forgive sins and except the hands of your brother man, it said take one for the team but don’t forget we are a team, fight nazi’s but don’t forget that without Marcus Brodie, a man who once got lost in his own museum, we might as well pack up and go home.
So when I see you next in a pub, propping up the bar or pumping iron down the gym, remember to smile. We are all part of the same humanity, we will all fight for what we think is right and more often than not we will agree. Talk to me my brothers and sisters. I might act like a C*&T at times but that doesn’t mean I am, or even that I want to act in that way. It’s just the dark side of my penis. I make no excuses but don’t forget that I love you all. A handshake is good (especially if I don’t know you) but a hug is better. Embrace old friends and embrace new ones and most of all wear sunscreen.
THAT IS ALL.
