So, let's cut straight to the important part: Over the weekend, three girls came over to my place to play with my Wang. They loved it. Women absolutely love my Wang; it's big, it's black, and it's hairy, and apparently that's exactly how women like their Wangs. Another girl is coming over tomorrow to play with it. Unfortunately, far more women would love to get their hands on my Wang, far more than either my Wang or I have the time and energy for. Since it's not fair to give some girls a shot at my Wang while others are left feeling alone and unloved (and, really, is there anything better than a big hairy black Wang to make you feel special? If there is, I don't know what it is), I've decided to post pictures of my Wang on the internet so the many women who would love to play with my Wang but can't can at least get a good look at it. Unfortunately, I have no pictures of the girls who came over to play with my Wang (you know who you are, don't lie), but I have plenty of pictures where I play with my own Wang.
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.