That’s the beauty of my system! I can share them like candy. Those little bastards are like Russian soldiers, no matter how many of them I send into the breech, there’s always another battalion waiting in the wings.
That’s what they say, you know? When they break through all the defenses. Weave around the condom wall. Swim upstream in an unhospitable environment for a week. They couldn’t care less that you sigh a breath of relief every time your wife coils in pain and bleeds. They don’t care if you want them to fail.
Call of Duty. I think. It’s a first person shoot em game where all the little sperms try to be the first to kill the other. The sperms with poor swimming skills, slow reaction time, or laggy connection are the first to die.
Mikey, remove the middle man. Make holes in your pockets in order to gain direct access.
Actually, I thought holes in trouser pockets for that specific purpose was the rule rather than the exception for you blokes?
I used to have pants with elasticised holes in the pockets. With the right pair of boxers, readjusting yourself discreetly was a dream!
…these pants also made it hypothetically possible to have your penis in your pocket; if that took your fancy, for whatever perverse reason.