If you know anyone who's actually played with my Wang, they may try to convince you that I'm lying, that they actually played with Randall's Wang instead. They're wrong. When it comes to Wang, my roommate and I share. I play with his Wang all the time, and he plays with mine. My Wang is his Wang. His Wang is my Wang. We both love Wang. You should love Wang, too.
So, here are the pictures:
Taking my Wang out to play with it:
My Wang is just hanging out:
Holding my Wang:

Petting my Wang:

When my Wang sees something it likes, it stands up:

Getting a face full of Wang:

Slapped in the face by Wang? That's just wrong!

I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about putting pictures of my Wang up on the internet where millions of women can see it and comment on how cute, cuddly, and adorable my little Wang is, then send pictures of my Wang to all their friends. I'm even more afraid that some of the friends they'll be sending pictures of my Wang to are men. I'm just not comfortable with the idea of some guy I don't even know looking at my Wang, playing with my Wang, or rubbing my Wang. I mean, letting Randall play with my Wang is one thing; we're friends, and I trust him. But letting some random guy on the internet see my Wang? That's just wrong. So, guys, if you have nothing better to do than look at my Wang, get a hobby. Or, better yet, get your own Wang. Trust me, guys, chicks love Wang, so why sit there wasting your time thinking about my Wang when you could get a Wang of your own to play with? Please, for my sake and yours, get a Wang.