I kind of wish one of these crazy people had to spend a week with my group of friends back in HS. You're scared of elevators? We're going to force you into one. You're scared of snakes? We're all going to bring fake snakes and put 3-4 in every class we know you have and if we can, in your locker. You scared of blood? Bloody knuckles.... All the while as we rip on each other for everything from each others' appearance to stupid comments to... well... pretty much anything. Ahh... such good times. Yes, when you go into a corner, we'd rip on you for that as well. I'm pale as hell... I shit you not, one day my friends got like 3-4 people for each of them to go along with them and run past me every passing period where we'd normally pass screaming ghost noises... and I can't even count how many times I was pants'd because I wore basketball shorts all the time. Guess what? It was hilarious as fuck and was awesome. I wish they had actually gone for my boxers, at least once, as well.
Go big or go home! Plus I'm totally comfortable with my dick, as average is it is. If anything I could have spun that into a positive.
Yes I just landed a dickspin joke.
Yes I just landed a dickspin joke.