Commentary: (n) an expression of opinions about an event or situation
I will now offer my commentary:
I have a small penis.
I bring this up to you without apology, biological explanation or some silly sidebar like, “Had no complaints…”
He ended up fathering four children, and from them–not many complaints.
He has survived being in a bedroom with a woman without ridicule.
He has also seen that particular human female leave with a pleasured smile. (Basically, it had little to do with him, and was courtesy of other digits and doo-dads, but he will still take the credit.)
I suppose at one time in my life I would have been embarrassed by the size of my “unit” (that’s what people who feel they are well-endowed call it).
Or should I refer to it as my “package?” But if it is a package, I could send mine first-class reasonably. But call me crazy, I am too overjoyed with my life to complain about my wiener.
I would not want to be around people from the “pecker patrol,” who would stare at my small friend and find him to be disgracefully inadequate.
He has been dutiful. Every time my kidneys want to urinate, he shows up–often bright and early.
He has the good sense to stay out of neighborhoods where he does not belong.
And he’s remained clean and free of disease.
He’s a rather admirable chap.
And even though some of my family would be embarrassed at me talking about him in such a fashion, I think it’s time for us to get over the idea that men and women are going to hump their way to satisfaction because of the enormous size of the male dangling participle.
Making love is like everything else in life. It demands much more conversation than it does struggle.
Thus ends my commentary.