When I Was At Disney World, I Thought My Penis Was A Ghost
If you’ve never been to Florida, let me be the first to tell you that it’s humid as fuck. When I got off of the plane, I started sweating immediately. Because I knew it was humid, I planned ahead. I took baby powder and covered my giblets with it. The sweat eases the glide of your legs and makes your dick smell nice too. It really is wonderful.
My problem is that I’m forgetful as hell. I went to go do a piss at one of the restrooms and pulled my penis out and thought that something was wrong with my dick. Not that it was small or anything but that I had gotten some type of zika dick or some shit. It only took about 3 or 4 seconds to realize that it was the powder (the smell test helped with this fact too but I won’t mention me smelling my own penis on the blog. Follow me on Twitter for that bonus aspect).
Thinking that your dick turned into Jorah Mormont before you even take one lap around Disney World is terrifying.
I’ve written enough blogs about Florida to know that having ghost cock is a real possibility. #PrayForChaps