I was taking a shower this afternoon to clean off because… well, I needed cleaning off. (That’s usually a constant state for me, but that’s beside the point.) I turned off the water, grabbed my towel and started to dry off. After rubbing down my chest and stomach and other areas for an extensive period of time, I flipped the towel over my head so I could start drying my back.
RIIIIIIP!!!
It took me a few minutes to stop laughing, at which point I finally realized what had happened: There was a loose thread on the hem that snagged my external genitalia and refused to let go as the rest of the towel continued its lengthy journey to the other side of my body. Consequently, the thread was barely holding on at the ends and I started getting a little cocky (pun intended, of course).
“Heh heh… look at the power of my penis! Strong enough to rend fabric! Imagine what it could do to pubic hair!”
Then I realized there might be negative implications as well. I could be walking down the street, some hot girls would see my huge package and instead of appreciating the view, they’d whisper to each other, “He must have gotten a sock caught down there this time.” Damn… another lonely night with only the towel to keep me company.
