It's really funny to me when you are talking to somebody and you do what I just did, like you give a, like, oh yeah, I heard this and this, and you, when something that you know to be true gets back around to you through the rumor mill and you hear the way it's distorted and the way it's like, it's gotten all these things attached to it and all these fantasy.

It's even better when you plan it and then when it gets back to you how it's distorted.

You start a good old fashion game of telephone.

Some like nice degree chess, dimensional chess.

You mean?

Oh my God.

Yeah, you intentionally plan something that you know will get out and you want to see how many

different things it can get glombed on to it before it gets back to you. I did that with my dick one time. I guess all men have done that thing.

Glambed on too. By the time I got back to him, they said it looked like two cans Sam's beak.

Oh my God.

Like Stripes.

Ugly and multi-colored.

Pointed.

Bent, banged up.

I actually think the two words used to describe it were bent and ugly.

Anyway, moving on.

But you didn't do this intentionally, or did you you did you really want to know no no I'd want to know

It's not easy to hear a rumor about your own dick. It's not flatter

But I'd rather be ugly than small.

I can't.

Well, do you ever, are you ever talking to someone and they're dragging somebody else

and you just start to think,

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