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| November 19 2001 Monday Had a word with big gob Jason Carter and told him that he'd no right to tell his mother that my mother was an undercover policewoman. I said that the idea of being an undercover policewoman is that nobody knew you were one, otherwise it was rather defeating the object. He said he was sorry and he wouldn't do it again, but he'd already told the man at number 73, as he supplied him with 'E's', and as he lived on the same street as my mother he'd need to keep an eye out for her. Went to see the doctor. I asked him if there was anything he could do to make my dick grow, and he took my blood pressure. Why is it that whenever you go to the doctors they always takes your blood pressure? I mean how is taking my blood pressure supposed to help my giggling pin to grow, for Christ's sake! Anyway he said that my blood pressure was normal, and that as far as my penis is concerned size doesn't matter. I said well in that case I'd like another two and a half inches, please. He said sorry there was nothing he could do, it was just my luck, but that if it was any consolation to me it's possible for a man to satisfy a woman if his penis only measures half an inch. I told him that I don't know how this man with the half inch penis discovered this, because if mine was only half an inch I'd be so embarrassed about it I'd never even take it out of my trousers, let alone shag somebody with it, and that the only consolation it gave me is that I have a penis that is five and a quarter inches longer than at least one other person - but that it still isn't going to be enough to satisfy an Atomic Kitten. He asked me what an Atomic Kitten was and I just gave up on him. I mean is he real? |