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But as for the little white boys in your class who think I’m a man-hater [because of showing the penises], I wonder about their own fear of seeing their penises up close without calling them skyscrapers, but turning them into Lincoln Logs. Everyone makes fun of tits and girls have a great sense of humor about it. They’ve gotta lighten up. I don’t hate penises at all. Sometimes I adore them, sometimes I’m like “ew” because they’re just so demanding of me me me attention and make messes. But I feel the same about any bodily functions when I’m n ot in the mood. When I’m in the mood I’ll munch on someone’s hindquarters as if it were a pint of Häagen-Dazs. But in the middle of the day when I’m working? No way. Keep your stuff to yourself and wash your hands after touching doorknobs. And if THAT isn’t “uptight white guy” of me, I don’t know what is. |
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