My own willy. It winks at me sometimes. It's tiny but terrifying. I'm talking about the one between my legs, not the one on the back of my head. I can't see that one, but I can hear it. It whispers to me and tells me that it's going to murder me one day. Can you imagine that? Being killed by one of your own willies. Pretty scary stuff.
I’d like to echo this.The image in my mind after reading Bumface’s post above….
I wish I could unsee that.
The very first thing that came to mind!The conceded goals from the QPR match… tell me it didn’t happen! Lol