On this, the 23rd day of May, in the Year of Our Lord 2010, we have much to be grateful to God for. Give me a minute; I'll think of something...
Oh yes, I am thankful I have a penis. It is like many penises, I suppose, but this one is mine. I never go off half-cocked, unlike some Skoobs I know.
And while we're on the Skoobject, are you planning to meet us in London on June 14th for the World's 1st Annual Men With Tiny Penises Congress?
Most of the biggies (so to speak) in the Spoof world will be there:
Morse the Corse, of course.
Abel the Rod-man Rodriguez.
Mark Lowton (who has the pickled egg concession at the Congress).
I hope to see you there as well!
Now to the letter of the day:
Dear Msr. Dubois:
During the course of my last masturbatory fantasy, I rubbed great weeping sores on my pecker. I've tried everything to get them to heal but have had no success at all. To be honest, I cannot quit playing with myself, so I think that may have something to do with the fact that it's not healing up.
Is there some magic creame I could use on my whang to make it heal. The guys at the gym don't want to shower next to me anymore and I'm getting lonely.
I'd just cut the thing off and start again.
Msr. Francois Dubois, SJ