From The Diaries of Thad Tough. A Man About Town.

I just began my great novel. What do you think?
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As I exited the men's room at the night club, I enjoyed the shine of my shoes. They even reflected the diamonds in my cuff links. My eyes slid down my impeccable front: Leather, silk and linen covering a perfect body. Don't hate me just because I'm perfect, I muttered gruffly, while unbuttoning my jacket to show the admiring masses what they envied about me.

But what is that pink spot? There, further down my front?

It was the tip of my penis peeking out through the broken zipper of my pants, like a blind snake tasting the air.


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It's a joke! Just a joke.