Cock-A-Doodle-Doo?

More like cock-a-doodle-don’t.

When I’m lucky enough to find myself in a situation that involves one being in near proximity to Vageena Davis (which we all know isn’t often enough as that peen counter in the upper right hand corner of this blog will tell you), it brings me great joy.  You know, I’ll even engage in the dirty talk.  I’ll be honest with you: I like it.  But there’s one problem that can make things complicated:  I hate the word “cock”. 

Whenever I hear it, it reminds me of a rooster getting ready to inform us all that it’s morning.  If you mention how hard your “cock” is, I will immediately picture this:

And then I will have to control myself from giggling like an 8 year old girl.

A Haiku

I dream about you
In the night when it is dark
Oh how I miss peen

Oh, peen.  I really miss you.  I think about you all the time.  Like yesterday when I was in the cafeteria and the special was “Foot Longs with Peppers.”  I almost went up to the counter to tell them that I wanted one, but to hold the peppers.