I really don’t understand the obsession with everything cylindrical being a phallice. Like I don’t look at my fingers and think “DICKS!!!¡!” and I love taking a warm glizzy down the back of my throat…
“I’ve dwelt among the humans. Their entire culture is built around their penises. It’s funny to say they are small, it’s funny to say they are big. I’ve been at parties where humans have held bottles, pencils and thermoses in front of themselves and called out, ‘Hey, look at me! I’m Mr. So-And-So Dick! I’ve got such-and-such for a penis!’ I never saw it fail to get a laugh.”
That’s just a normal hotdog then lol
I really don’t understand the obsession with everything cylindrical being a phallice. Like I don’t look at my fingers and think “DICKS!!!¡!” and I love taking a warm glizzy down the back of my throat…
Yeah, nevermind. I get it.
“I’ve dwelt among the humans. Their entire culture is built around their penises. It’s funny to say they are small, it’s funny to say they are big. I’ve been at parties where humans have held bottles, pencils and thermoses in front of themselves and called out, ‘Hey, look at me! I’m Mr. So-And-So Dick! I’ve got such-and-such for a penis!’ I never saw it fail to get a laugh.”
Sometimes a cigar is just a representation of your desire to kill your father and fornicate with your mother.
You’d get Sausage Party