If you have the bottom of your monitor covered and you can't see the date, let me help you by stating the year is 2008. This makes it around three years since 2005, when the Comedy Goldmine featured a highly controversial article by the name of Compare Your Genitals to Cars. It's taken until now for the heated debate around the edgy content featured in that article to settle, but now I'm ready open a whole new can of worms (not literally). Today is a great day for a whole new batch of musical themed dick jokes, courtesy of Sick_Boy and the rest of the highbrow Forum Goons!
My penis is like Television- no matter how hard I try to shove it down's people's throats, it is never appreciated.
My cock is like Shane McGowan. It did some really great stuff but hasn't done anything meaningful in years.
My dick is like Ringo Starr. He just doesn't compare to the others.
My cock is like Manowar : oiled up, dressed in leather chaps and ready to rock your face off.
My vagina is Thom Yorke. It is droopy and sad to look at.
My cock is like Joy Division; it tragically collapses right before it becomes huge.
My knob is like the Tragically Hip. It used to get played four or five times a day, but now it only shows up long enough to make you long for the days when it was worth not hitting the snooze button for.
My dick is like The Beatles: It's bigger than Jesus.
My cock is like a Philip Glass piece: Long, but still minimalistic.
My penis is like Jimi Hendrix. Almost all of its attention comes from solos.
My vagina is like Bjork. Sometimes it's just completely inaccessible.
My penis is like Frank Zappa: brilliant on every level, but so unusual and unpopular that it never gets any play.
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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