Recently, The Wench's husband overheard her cackling over news of the latest rash in Thai penis-slashings by jealous women.
At which point, The Wench's husband asked her whether she would be laughing quite so hard if the issue were breast-slashings by jealous men.
Good point, sayeth The Wench. Although her cackling was primarily induced by the reporter's ill-advised use of a banana in the footage.
The Wench remains intrigued by the Thai surgeon's comment that, in cases where the penis has been "chopped up", he "builds a new" penis for the victim. The Wench asks: Does he have that capability? To make a better penis? Better . . . faster . . stronger?
The Wench will cease now.
Sometimes I Hate My Own Gender. Allow Me To Vent My Spleen.
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