Everything's big in Texas You know it is I might have made a big mistake oh oh Chord organ blues Chord organ blues Singin those chord organ blues
Thats how I grew up pronouncing it, but a good amount of people say pee-can too you serious? Now I really need to go to tx. Do you have a toilet sink and a regular sink?
glenglen... do you mind if i just call you Glen? or is your last name Glen also. well.. in any case... Mr. Glen, I can't help but be a mortal man like yourself. With such duties of manhood come the consequences of ego. and in this case, I am guilty as charged. Yet, still... my penis is massive.
well, I cant.. and why, you see, is a funny story really.... I woke up this morning with a bad hangover And my penis was missing again. This happens all the time. It's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it. So I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes But not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either. I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast. Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis. but for the life of me, i have misplaced it again. (King Missile - Detachable Penis)