In the Glove Box or the Trunk?

Story Sent in by Christine:

I was sitting at a bar with a couple of girlfriends when John approached us and chatted us up. He and I remained talking long after my friends took off for home. He and I were having a good conversation and I had even given him my number. After a while, he asked me if I wanted to sit with him in a booth instead of at the bar, and I followed him to one near the corner.

As soon as we sat down, he leaned in and said, "I have a detachable penis."


"It's in my car. I don't usually bring it out with me because of the trouble it would cause. But just in case you're wondering where it is, there it is."

"That's... great."

"So if you wanna see it, let me know."

I said, "I will."

"Wanna see it?"

"No, thanks."

He frowned and seemed to lose all interest in me. Then about a minute later he excused himself to use the restroom and never came back.


  1. I guess he's got some junk in the trunk.

  2. @ Dan - For the WIN!

    Are you sure this wasn't a very manish woman? Some of them have mustaches too you know.

  3. John? Like John Hall? Like King Missile?

    I see what you did there...


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