It could be worse.
I’ve been worrying about the size of my tally-whacker since way before most of you were born. I got one of those
Turtle things going on. On a GOOD day, hangs nice and loose. It’ll wave at you. On BAD day, The elevator button has more of a profile than my body member. I have learned to use this a a barometer to my general health.
I have been married three times. Between each I have had the girlfriends. I’ve got about a six inch erection (again,
Depending on weather conditions and alignment of the planets). None of my wives or concubines have ever complained. In fact to the contrary. I always thought they were just sparing my feelings. Nope. The freakishly dinky size of my male process was distorted in my head. Besides, It works ! Got a couple of daughters to prove it !
I’m 55 years old.
Hey you guy’s, Love IS NOT BASED ON THE SIZE OF YOUR DICK ! Just like you wouldn’t place that weight on your girlfriend about the SIZE OF HER TITS ! Tend to her needs (sex wise) you’ll get yours. I guarantee it. You’ll have to start having headaches she’ll want it so much. If she still isn’t satisfied, and putting you down, she’s on some other trip and will make mince meat out of you should you choose to accept responsibility for HER preoccupation with wiener size (she can worry about her menstruation, we’ll worry about our pecker dimensions). Wise men stay away from these gals. I’ve learned the hard way.
You only have to be two to three inches long to hit her “G-Spot”. So we’re mostly all equipped. If your not, You’ve got it made. The Mayo clinic would probably do a free 9 inch extension just because they felt sorry.
The reason I’m at Thunder’s is, I would like to look in the mirror for once and say “OH YEAH” and also I’m divorced
Right now and like handling myself. No commitments.
We’re MEN ! Enjoy your Dick !