Actually this didn't happen to me. It happened to a very good friend of mine. Today. One day after my experience from yesterday. There's something seriously wrong with the world. Or men. Not sure which.
So a schoolmate of ours (whom I really don't know that well) writes to my friend on Facebook. His opening line is one of those really charming ones. One of those that after reading it, you start thinking about the guy in a way you never thought about him before. One of those really, really romantic ones.
"Do you want me to send you a photo of my penis?"
She doesn't know what to reply for a while. No surprise there. I would have been equally shocked. So then she goes:
"Isn't it too early for that kind of stuff? And anyway, what's in it for you?"
"I guess I just like doing stuff like that for some reason."
"Why would you want to send it to me??"
"Because I love you, you know."
"Send me some flowers then."
He doesn't send her flowers. Instead, he actually sends her a picture of his penis. Erect and everything. You know. Sexy.
Then he asks her: "What now?" She says she doesn't know.
And then we contemplate suicide.
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Someone please tell me that this is just a horrible coincidence. I don't want to get penis slapped on the street tomorrow.
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