[Jackson Browne]
It’s got to be somebody’s penis,
it must be somebody’s penis
[/Jackson Browne]
What’s the first thing you do/say/think?
Do: Let go.
Say: absolutely nothing.
Think: Time to get up. As in, out of bed. Also, time to start seriously considering giving up the beer.
Coincedentally…
Depends on whose penis it is. If it’s my roommate’s (he’s dating my stepsister), I’d try to get up and dressed without waking him, and then go out apartment hunting.
If it was any other guy in Boston, I’d promptly start taking advantage of the situation.
anyone else get the lyrics of "Detachable Penis’ stuck in their head after reading this thread?
What if it’s the Burger King’s penis?
Put a bag over his head and go with it. I’ve always wondered about that “it takes two hands…” slogan.
Jager
My first thought would probably be something very intelligent like “uhrm?” Uhrm is 3a.m.-speak for “what the heck is this doing in my hand”.
My second thought would probably be the need to see who does said item belong to; curiosity has always been a driving force for me. Is it someone I know, is it someone married (in which case, it better be someone who is married to me, since I do not poach)?
I’m female, single and boyfriend-less, so it would definitely be an interesting circumstance. Now excuse me while I go to get my tongue unstuck from my cheek.
I usually poke it to see if it’s awake.
I once woke up with a vagina in my hand and it wasn’t mine.
I won’t bore you with the details.
Um. Anyone else notice the google ad at the bottom is now for a vibrating alarm clock? I wonder, is it penis shaped?
If it is I may have to click on it…
Surely I’m not the only one who would probably assume that it belonged to their SO, are they? If it was the SO, heck, I’d take advantage of the situation. Anyone else I’d scream and run.
I vow never to take another drink again, at least not with John Wayne Bobbit.
:eek:
First, squinch my eyes tighter shut and pray it’s some guy I want to be there. Then follow that by the fervent hope that it doesn’t belong to the Great Dane next door.
I don’t know, but I wouldn’t mind waking up with a vagina in (well, on, really) my hand. Then again, it’s been quite a while…maybe I would have better luck if I stopped discriminating against half the world’s genetalia.
Oh man, thanks for supplying my laugh for the day, people.
Yeah, one of my first thoughts would probably be “Is it safe? :eek:”
I would let go.
Oh, but please. I simply adore being bored.
A friend who wanted to be more than friends, took advantage of my hand while I was sleeping. And she fell asleep before putting my hand back where she found it.
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