He’s getting impossible to live with. Like a roommate who won’t shut up about the big touchdown he once made in high school.
To make it worse, my Penis totally messed up my Saturday Night fun, by opening his stupid mouth and dissing me in front of these two nice knitting bloggers I met for coffee yesterday at Starbucks and then brought back to my place to show them this sweater that my grandmother knitted for me several years ago —
Cindi: “Holy Crochet Needles! His Penis is telling us something, Heather!”
Neil’s Penis: “Forget Neilochka! I’m the one on Technorati, not him! He’s more like your gay friend! C’mon, ladies — let’s leave Neil and go clubbing on Sunset.”
Heather: “I had a feeling that Neil wasn’t the cool one. He was so dull at the coffee shop. How much can he talk about that Sophia? Let’s grab our knitting patterns and blow this pop stand with the super-talented Penis!”
Neil’s Penis: “Don’t wait up, Neilochka!”