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Detachable Problem
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover, and my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards Mark's place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ****, I like having a detachable penis.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards Mark's place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ****, I like having a detachable penis.
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