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A troubled philosopher, lyricist, and memoirist muses sardonically over some of life's most serious issues.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Wrist Sizes

Mine's seven-point-seven-five inches.  My brother's is much larger.  What does that tell you about relative p--s sizes, and does it matter.

Does it really matter.

How are your relatives?  Your friends?

My girlfriend has very tiny, tiny, tiny wrists.  I hold them at night, sometimes.

What does that tell you about her?

I learned from God (The Internet) that I am Below Average.

Her?  Probably way below.

We could take other measurements.

And know nothing . . . new.

Unless you measure success by what G-d gave you!

Do you?

That's the sad part.  The happy part?  Hands.  Hand in hand, friends.

Larry Fike


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