Do you wish you had one??(It's ok, you can fess up; it's just you and me, no-one else will know)
Was talking to a guy at work today about..stuff, and I said, "Hey, remember that song called Detachable Penis?!" and whaddaya know, he did! But being that he's pretty cool and shares my musical tastes, I wasn't surprised.
Anyhoo, here are the lyrics from the 1992 classic-enjoy!!
Artist: King MissileSong: Detatchable Penis
Lyrics :I woke up this morning with a bad hangoverAnd my penis was missing again.This happens all the time.It's detachable.
[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]
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 meremember 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 sometimesBut 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 blanketnext 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.
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" fora while, then out]
Anyhoo, here are the lyrics from the 1992 classic-enjoy!!
Artist: King MissileSong: Detatchable Penis
Lyrics :I woke up this morning with a bad hangoverAnd my penis was missing again.This happens all the time.It's detachable.
[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]
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 meremember 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 sometimesBut 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 blanketnext 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.
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" fora while, then out]
posted by Christine at 10:26 PM
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