I have a Super-Penis™ with a an alter-ego and everything. Every morning it wakes up early and goes to work, then at night it goes out looking for Super-Pussy™ (its nemesis) for a fight. Sometimes they fight during the day. But its harder during the day, you know cos of that whole protecting your secret identity thing so your freinds and family dont get hurt. Its like neo on extasy. It has a prophecy to, one day it will find peace and go to rest in the sacred Super-Penis™ promised land known only as 'In-Between-The-Super-Tit-Mountains™'.
There are some pictures of * Steve * knocking round on this board that you might want to look at, dude, before you rush to any conclusions about your Member of Parliament's Promised Land.
Brings me back to that time last summer at Ilmatic's birthday (I think it was his birthday). Couple've guys start shouting "I've got a small penis!" "I've got a smaller penis!" Eventually someone gets up on a table, "I've got a really BIG penis!"
is it because of steve that bush loses?
Bloody hell, was that so long ago?
And it's just got worse, hasn't it?
Perhaps I ought to buy a plane ticket so I can wave John Thomas near Pennsylvania Ave and 16th Street. That might do it. I wouldn't want to hurt any pedestrians, though.
I have a Rob Liefeld penis, all freakishly deformed and angry looking. Desperately hoping for an Alan Moore retcon, so my penis can break the fourth wall.
