a weird morning

Good morning!

so i was having coffee with myself listening to dad's radio. when a radio commentator made a report about penis. the new research says that if a guy have lots of brain cells, the guy have a short penis. i almost choked on my coffee. Leo Lastimosa even coughed up a laugh about his report. what i thought about is the barkada's most sought after bachelor, Patrick Polloso. he passed all his exams since elementary days, passed the don bosco entrance test, studied well, graduated college on his right age, passed the board exams on his first take. no doubt he's got millions of brain cells. now does that mean he's got a small penis? i don't think so man. looking at patrick, his machete-like structure is like a greek god. but i can't picture him having a short dong. that's patrick, my idol, he can't have a small dong, never.

now my good buddy John Milton Castañares. he is happily married with another good friend, Dorothy Grace Castañares (felt weird when writing doti's name without the Bolaron. hehehe) daot is a happy engineer, a proud father of two little angels and a loving husband. he is a bright boy and im sure his brain cells are kicking just like his hormones. does he have a short staff?

leave 'em alone.

i don't know who delivered that report to Leo Lastimosa's desk this morning. we can't judge a penis just by looking at the person or checking up his report card. does it really make sense?

i don't want to talk about penis anymore. it's just not right. ugh! i need a ciggy.