“Oh give me a gander!” Geraldine exclaimed. “I do like an eyeful of man meat from time to time.” “Fuck, Geraldine,” I gasped. “Man meat?! Seriously, you can’t call a guy’s junk man meat. Or banana drama for that matter.” “Well what shall I call it then? His long Sherman?” “No!” I gasped. “Someone help me out here!” Sofia was pissing herself with laughter and Darcy looked like she was almost crying. “Dingle dongle?” Geraldine suggested and I cracked up.
