The material of the pants I wore today
should've been made into shirts.
Not pants.
It's pretty thin material.
Really, really, thin.
So, yeah, I wore
underwear today.
Or I was wearing it.
Till just a while ago.
They were square cuts, only all day they've
been doing their best imitation of a thong.
Better to see my junk than to
see me pulling out wedgies.
So, Yeah -
I've got worn underwear in my
messenger bag right now.
It's not as kinky
as it sounds.
It seems odd to write
just - I've got one.
Usually, that phrase is -
I've got a big one.
But this post's not
about sausages.
It's about
nemesis.
I've got one.
Have you?
Is there a Lex Luthor
to your Superman?
Or a -
Batman to your
Two-Face?
Is there a Bill Gates
to your Steve Jobs?
Or -
A Jennifer Aniston to
your Angelina Jolie?
Fess up.
I've got a nemesis.
Have you?
The beauty
of men -
is a wonderful thing
n'est-ce pas?
Tell me - What do
you do in the dark?
NBA Player.
Musicien.
And -
Odds are he makes
beautiful babies.
Information that may or
may not be useless -
Oh -
It turns out my cock is
bigger than average.
So, um -
*
Yeah.
It is.
As a general rule.
I oppose slavery.
Even if the Bible
does not.
This video's
got me torn.
Should I
approve?
Love slave.
Sure the 1950s had
Marilyn Monroe.
They also
had -
50's men.
Josh says he wants
to get on that list.
And what
do I say?
*
I say go
postal.
Yeah
baby.
I remember you from
the locker room...
No need to be shy
around other men.