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Kebinu
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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 going to 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 to have 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 toward 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 22 bucks but I talked him down to 17. 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.
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