I know what you hide in those pants of yours, pindick. It’s nothing to be proud of! And I can hear the protest now. Yes, you’re a male and your voice reflects it. You have a card from the DMV that says it and your friends believe it. You have become an expert at faking it. But the truth is the truth. A cock is more than just a sex organ. It’s a symbol. It is supposed to be your best pal ever and a confidence boost that makes you brave. Being a man isn’t enough….obviously!

Party All The Time? Not For You, Pindick!

There really aren’t rules when you have a cock. Sex with the lights on or off? Both. You’re not limited to location, time of day, frequency or partners. Being a man means using your cock for pleasure. It’s a master key. It’s your all-access pass. Right? So why can’t you get with the program? Where’s all this fun you’re entitled to? The truth is, none of this is meant for you if you’re a pindick.

So there you are with a poky head, zero shaft and balls the size of Toledo. You make cum all damn day and what for? Other men are clearly in the game and killin’ it, and you’re just spinning Life’s wheel and losing a turn again and again. Who could you be if you had that confidence, that strut? Oh, quit dreaming! Your life sentence is clear: you ache to feel like a man but you overcompensate instead. And it’s a sad picture, isn’t it?

So you have to watch porn just to get off. You have no sexy stories for ‘the guys’. No high-fives or nods of respect for you, sweetheart. Your micro-dick and ginormous balls are practically collecting cobwebs, and every attempt at sex is is destined to be a funny story she tells her friends. Don’t you think it’s time that you stopped beating your head against a wall? I might just be the only woman in the world remotely interested in you, and it just so happens that I have a few ideas for that pindick of yours.

Mindfucks are delicious. Time to fatten you up!