How we've matured. I remember the days when my penis actually spoke to my brain and would defeat it easily with impossible to contest logic. My penis would demand for things and my brain would basically follow those exact orders without any kind of interpretation or modifications.
These days, it's a pretty fair battle that could go either way. Sometimes the penis wins, sometimes the brain wins. It's like Ali versus Frazer or England versus France.
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I also like the battle in the Seinfeld episode where Jerry's penis and brain match up in chess for whether to sleep with Tawny Kitaen.
Another classic battle is the one between brain and gullet. My gullet wants more booze - but my brain is saying no. Or - a step further - the brain shuts down because the gullet is so supercharged that it will drink turpentine to get more booze sizzle. That is when one passes out - sometimes in vomit or excrement. My gullet and brain are usually in accord btween 5 and 15 vodka sodas. Outside that range - there is usually a fair amount of discord and bitterness.
Either my penis is very talented or my brain is in a major league slump
Penis losing to brain? Sorry about your luck. Is that a Euro thing? I mean c'mon. Penis+booze+brain. Its a powerful force. Brain is slave.
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