Sugar and Spice

I’ve been reading posts on Ratemypindick.com and adding some of my own recently.  I’ve never seen such a collection of such sorry-looking dicklets or read such a bunch of loser questions in my life.  There are guys whose dicks are smaller than AAA batteries and want to know if they’re “small” or “my girlfriend always asks if I’m in yet, do you think I might be kinda small?” or “women always laugh when they see my dick, is it really that tiny?”.

Guys, when you ask about something that “always” happens don’t you think that’s a good indicator?  Hmmm?  No, you still ask and send in pictures of your pathetic teenie weenie dicklets.

I guess it does make a stupid kind of sense.  You know that you’re never going to get the attention of a girl like me in the normal way, you’re too much of a loser for that aren’t you?  You know you can’t hold my attention in conversation and wouldn’t ever ask me out on a date.  For you, I’m so far out of your reach that you don’t even contemplate things like that.

Instead, you get my attention by showing me what a true loser you are.  Everyone’s got to be good at something, right?  But even in your self-humiliation I only give you a passing glance.  That glance or comment will have to sustain you loser boy, my full attention goes to the real men who don’t have to beg or abase themselves at my feet.  That doesn’t mean you should stop, not at all it amuses me, just don’t expect me to acknowledge your existence.