“Dammit, it won’t close,” she cried out in frustration. “I know,” I shouted back. “Because I have a cock and balls that you clearly didn’t plan for when you designed these cockless Ken pants!” “Ew, Gerard, don’t use the word ‘cock.’” “Is ‘dick’ better?” “Ew no, that’s our son’s name. Say ‘willy.’” “Fine,” I snapped, glaring down at her. “Willy.”
