I love the snowman. He appears to be raising one arm to show off how large the phallus is. (“It’s thiiiiiis big.”) And he seems happy about that.
[Paul Hogan]That’s not a Snow Penis.
This is a Snow Penis. [/Paul Hogan]
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They “beat it down with shovels”?
OW! OW! OW!!!
I think the police did the right thing. As anyone who has watched any television these days knows, an erection lasting more than 24 hours is a bad thing.
I wonder if they make the schwing noise or an acutal popping noise?
Oh, joy. Another snow figure deemed “inappropriate”. :rolleyes:
Know what would be really funny? Have one shirtless guy lie down and stick his legs under the sculpture, so he is only visible from the waist up. Have another guy lie down on the other side and tunnel under the sculpure so that only his bare legs are sticking out. Voila! It looks like a real tall guy with a huge penis! Ha, ha! Of course, the guy with his upper torso buried would suffocate and die but, damn, wouldn’t that be a funny sight?
In Palm Springs, men would be licking and tickling and worshipping and rubbing up against the snow penis. In fact, I’m thinking of starting an annual “PS snow penis” contest to draw in more tourists to the area. All I need is about 5 tons of snow and temperatures below freezing, and we’re set.
If we get some snow I know what I’ll be building in the front yard.
I’m going to build a naked snow she-man.
Those cops really coldcocked that thing!:eek:
It must be spreading. There was one in front of my school the other day. (It didn’t last long. I’m not sure who got rid of it)
You know, if someone put a fountain in the middle of the snow penis, not only would they have an entertaining lawn ornament, but it’d be really hard for any cock knocking cops to demolish the thing. 
I think they should rebuild it, only this time use Kool Aid or something to dye the balls blue!
This is the snow penis my neighbors, uh, erected the other night. It has hair and is wearing a trash bag condom.
It died sometime yesterday afternoon, but I don’t know if someone destroyed it or if it was just that it got warmer out.
Sculpted from life, perhaps?
“Jesus, honey, aren’t you finished yet? I can barely FEEL the thing anymore!”