So you’re six foot nine, a brutal beast of a man with leonine locks and the bladder of an ox. So you gloat as you stand towering over the cowering urinal in the club where you just downed many buckets like they were shot glasses filled with tap water.
But as you unzip and look cool wielding your tool like Zeus footloose on a Mediterranean cruise, in walks this thin runt, a measly mouse of a mortal, and with barely a nod, the poor sod dares stand next to you.
But the next instant, the smug smile on your face gets washed away; yes whatever you’re thinking gets drowned in the rush of the gush bursting from between his legs.
It shoots forth like a frothing river in flood, nay in song like a sonnet on first love, while your measly piddle plays not even a worthy second fiddle and comes to a meek stop with a tip tap paradiddle that you don’t even notice, your ears are still ringing and your mouth is as open as your fly and the only thought screaming through your head is: I WANT TO BE THAT MAN!
You can be that man. Just get in touch with the Urology Clinic at Fortis Hospitals at 08066214444, for a consultation.