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Well... how big is yours? Is it big enough? Are you suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure?
Diabolical, really—it plays on the idea that straight men tend to harbor a fear that they don't measure up, simply because they've got no point of comparison: the only dick the typical straight man is intimately familiar with is his own, and in the absence of evidence otherwise he may be easily led to believe he is substandard.
I mean, you can read textbooks and stuff that tell you what the average is, but when the only cocks you might see (in porn, generally) look like a baby's arm holding an apple, you might get insecure.
And women—your own girlfriend, even—might tell you that "size doesn't matter," but can women really be believed? They can fake orgasms, for Christ's sake—if they can deceive you in that, how can you be expected to trust them on anything? Evil lying bitches, the lot of them. She'd leave you in a second if some Johnny Horsecock wandered by with a glint in his eye and a bulge in his trousers...
See? Diabolical. |
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