How much do you think with your own penis?
 

You always read that a certain type of man tends to think with his own penis in mind ,but is this actually true?

My penis thinks with my mind. Does that help?

I think with my johnson when i'm horny.

No,it does not.Penises do not think but brains occasionally do.

my penis takes over my brain a lot. i don't know that it "thinks", but it certainly calls the shots on many occasions. this has got me into LOTS of trouble of course. still, how could i have it any other way? in spite of all appearances, i am not a robot. :p

There is a water fight going on outside my house. All claims that my penis does not control me thereby denied.

I think in many ways, my body is merely a large growth that exists to facilitate the will of that organ.

You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Trasher02 again.

I had a drug reaction that fucked up my penis for a while...it wasn't too cool.

You must spread your legs all around Savage Clone before you manage to have a glimpse of his penis.

i am not suprised by a few of the posts here.

Haha what's that supposed to mean??? :D
Did you have a non-stop erection or something like that?

do you have a penis? :D

In fact i should have attached a little poll to this thread that asked how many male Sonic Youth fans think with their own penis.Steady on girls!My female trouble thread is coming.

porkie, would you mind it much if i called you pedro?

i can't help to imagine you like this:

why you after some action?

personally i wouldnt wanna go near you.

Ok.I was thinking of changing my username to Coco today.

gross. if i were to switch teams, i would pick someone with wit, verve and gusto.

i was just wondering if you had forgotten yours somewhere.


I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.

[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.

[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for
a while, then out]

Here come the penis induced arguments that happen on a lot of threads.Are they really penis induced i ask?

i had not thought of the non-erotic possibility of penile thought, but there you go proving yourself smarter than the rest of us again.

again the ass-slapping impulse; i am forced to refrain.
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edit-- actually, it worked!

How much do you think with your own penis?
Too much.