I do not know where my DICK IS!!

Someone check the White House and see if they can locate Cheney.

When you find that dickhead...send the shirker back into the dark hole of hell!

That was great Bob. LMAO.

Joe.

Are you SURE this is YOUR dick you are talking about Bob? This wouldn't be some other dick that you are pretending is your dick?

BTW Fucking hilarious post!! ;D

Simon

Well I was at Caliente this weekend and happened upon Bob's exwife (who we all know well as Raging Bitch-and yes it fits). Well anyway...we had a couple of beers together and somehow the discussion got around to Bob's dick. I was drunkenly lamenting the loss and how it had the possibility of bringing the entire WWWW trip to a screeching halt for us all, when she got this confused look upon her face. She takes a big drink of her Coors Light (you can tell the bad ones, they drink this shit), grimaces and tells me that Bob never had a dick. I was shocked and a little disbelieving as you can well imagine! But the conversation went on and pictures were produced but with Photoshop, who knows!!

Bob, I think you need to come clean. Is there a dick or not?


(and BTW-great freaking hilarious post!!)

I can't believe that you are questioning Dr. Bob's story.

Dr. Bob is a true gentleman and he would never lie to us.

Cher ;D

edited to add: Great pick up, Deb.

I don't understand where I am 'seethe'ing with hate and my dick in one sentence? Clarify, please?

I was trying to portray the emotions of a man, when his dick was in dire straits, he is in dire straits. I was trying to portray that my dick was borne of my body, and that it continues to be as important to me as my right arm -- frankly, I could lose my right arm and be fine with a prothesis, if I lost my dick, I might as well be dead.

Those of you who don't have a dick will never understand the hold it has on you. And that is not to denigrate you, it just IS. And nobody here (or anywhere) could ever explain it to you. It's like trying to describe an orgasm to a child. The technicalities of it are easy, but the feeling you won't know 'till you have one.

Again, I really don't see where my post was 'seething with hate'; I was trying to impress upon you the depth of the love between me and my dick, and perhaps give a blow-by-blow account of what it's like for me and the many thousands of other men whose dicks were just a few years ago littering their homes with empty Snapple bottles. Each and every day I think about my dick -- the little things -- on a sunny day, I worry is he wearing enough sunscreen, when I eat lunch I worry is he getting enough to eat, when I get into bed at night, I wonder if he is sleeping well.

I had thought that I had a unique perspective on this board -- a liberal democrat whose only dick was risking life and limb fighting the a war (or whatever they're calling it now) that I don't particularly believe in. I would be just as bereft if my dick went off to Germany in WWII, I wish all of our dicks Godspeed, but there is one dick in particular that I want home, unblemished. So maybe it is all about me. I want my dick home because without him I am nothing.

...........Dickless one

When I saw the title of this thread, I thought it was written by one of the guys I have dated this year (I couldn't find it either)

Dr Bob you are a trip!!! Good one!

No Bob, I don't have a dick of my own. I could only think that I would love mine as much as you obviously love yours. I could have had one at one time, but then they grow up and I'd want more. But I would love any dick no matter size, color or shape.
I really hope your dick is not sick...and if so I hope it gets better soon.

It would be tragic to lose that...everyone of us would mourn for your loss.

I've never heard it called that but it does feel good.

If you Google just the right spot.

Of course.