Penis = Diva
Maybe it’s all the opera I’ve been seeing lately, but can we all agree that the penis is kind of a diva? I mean, seriously:
- It won’t even come out of its dressing room if it’s too cold.
- It gets bored with the same costume over and over again.
- You have to kind of flatter it and tell it how amazing it is, otherwise it won’t preform.
- When it’s on top of its game it can bring down the house, but if it puts in a lackluster performance the whole show tanks.
- It thinks it’s the star of the show even if it only gets one eight-minute appearance
But when all’s said and done, it is nice to have someone that can hit those high notes…
I’ll leave the rest to the comments page. The less I say about penises in general, the better my hopes of someday holding public office. (Ha! MA101 has thoroughly ruined those already, who am I kidding. To the country’s benefit no doubt.)
Yes, the high notes are fantastic and in my experience it’s generally an excellent analogy. I consider myself to be a most fortunate woman at this juncture in my life to be associated with a diva that is quite low maintenance.