Jeez, Dave

Go figure, right? You monkey mother fucker. Love that, right?

I can't think about what I should say about my penis. I don't really have any news one way or the other about my penis. Someone other than me is familiar with, and uses for her own satisfaction, my penis. That is much better than my shriveled up, cold, sad dick bleeding from the tip from too much friction as I exercise for the sake of bettering my health, go figure. Yeah. Go figure, right? You son of a whore.

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In making this blog, the first bit of information asked of me was the title of my new blog. I chose to call it "My Special Place" as a reference to the solitude I can experience here. Just after that, I was asked to choose a URL. I realized that my special place could sound like I am talking about my private area, which would've been a pretty good name as well, so the URL I chose was "notmypenis". Then when I went to make my first post, with nothing on my mind, I noticed discomfort in my penis, only to find that it was bleeding. I then proceeded to blog about my penis on the blog specifically claiming to not be about my penis. Go figure.

I have made a new blog... for no reason.

Uh... welcome.

I just noticed that my penis is bleeding. Fuck that.

Right at the tip.

It was rubbing against the inside of my underwear while I rode my exercise bicycle.

I wonder how this will effect my happiness over the next couple of days.