If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a liar. Omitting something is still lying, especially if telling the truth would keep me from wasting my time. In this case, I’m talking about guys that flirt like they’re ready for action, but cannot back it up where it counts! That’s right! I’m talking to the handsome, funny men that pretend that they can handle me! Don’t you know that size matters?

Tiny cock? Keep the drinks coming and don’t talk!

If you smile at me and you don’t look like a complete weirdo, I will smile back. If you offer to buy me a drink, I’ll take it. After all, you’re being polite and I’ll allow it. But only you know what’s in those jeans, Mister. If you know you have a tiny dick and can’t please a girl like me, just signal to the bartender to keep pouring and hush it, already. Don’t flirt and don’t you dare make me like you. I’ll notice your ‘cat got your tongue’ routine and I won’t press it. I might smile, and that’s because I’m secretly wondering just how little your nub is. (Would it hold my keyring?)

Know your role or risk small cock humiliation!

Heaven help you if you want to forget your small cock and pretend you have something that I want! Only men in a certain league get to play with ladies like me! So what you’ve got money, so do I. So what you have a nice home, you should see mine! You don’t get to pretend you’re someone else. You can’t be anything except what you are. And the cock is where it’s at, sweetheart! And for all you sad, simple fellows that think that you’ll go down on me like no one else ever has before and I’ll forget all about your inferior cock….that’s like inviting me for Thanksgiving and asking me to fill up on mashed potatoes. Meat! I want it in your pants! Don’t have it? Don’t pretend! Because if I like you, I just might want you. And if you’ve led me on deliberately instead of telling the truth, I will tease that tiny cock until you run away like a bitch.

Know your role, boys. Vienna or kielbasa….which sausage are you?