Too Much Comfort

Every now and again a friend or acquaintance does something that shows you he/she has gotten far too comfortable with you.

I have a friend that looks like Kurt Cobain, we'll call him Cobain in an attempt to save typing time. He has an on again off again lover that comes into his life like a typhoon- destroying everything in her path until the next time the tide is too high.

We were watching the Sun's game last night.

Side Note: The "WE" was Cobain, Cool Ass Black Friend, and I.

Cobain told us that he hooked up with "The Typhoon" last night and that his dick was raw from the experience. He said that he thinks her rings may have scraped his cock during their sexual adventure. He got up and walked into the bathroom and yelled for us to look at his penis, to gauge whether he needed medical assistance.

HE FELT WAY TOO COMFORTABLE WITH US- I AM NOT A DOC AND AM NOT GOING TO JUDGE THE NORMALCY OF ANOTHER MAN'S PENIS.

The Suns eventually lost, probably because of Cobain's excessive comfort level. I gave him some Aloe-Vera burn cream and told him to never ask me to look at his genitals again.

The weird thing was that my Cool Ass Black Friend got up and looked at his dick and told him it wasn't that bad.

I am never going to ask a man whose name isn't followed by M.D. to judge my penis and I will not judge penises or peni- whatever the plural of penis is.

The only time I wanna see cock is in a porno with hot chicks salivating over it, and even then the penis is basically background noise. I am not being asked to inspect it.

Speaking of porn, I have to go.