just how much they pay those men to go on national television and say:
"My prick doesn't work anymore, so now I have to pop a pill to sport a woody."
Okay, I know that isn't exactly how it's scripted, but isn't that what "Erectile Disfunction" really means? Most men at some point in their life will have...problems...especially as they get older. The world knows this. I'm just curious to know how much it takes to make a man go on national television and SAY it...that's all.
AND I HEARD THE OLDER BOY CHILDREN SAY...
White Boy: YOU THREW A FOOTBALL AND A BASEBALL AT MY HEAD!
Tuna: NO I DIDN'T!
WB: YES, YOU DID!
T: NO I DIDN'T! I ONLY THREW A FOOTBALL AT YOUR HEAD!
WB: YOU THREW THEM BOTH AT MY HEAD! AND YOU HAVE LOUSY AIM!
Okay, so how can I NOT laugh???
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4 comments:
I'm guessing they're paid about the same as the women who hawk Depends undergarments.
"Sometimes, when I giggle...I tinkle a bit."
The tinkling thing is better than when they discuss...feminine ITCHING
AKA
Crotch Rot
Touché.
Or should I say: Douché?
Eeeeeeeewwwwww...!
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