Perfect?
Between "um are you in yet?" and "you're gonna put that WHERE?"
My previous man had the PERFECT size, big enough to work it and small enough not to exclude certain- um- activities...
This time around I'm officially lodging a complaint. Too freakin big... Like, I realized that the time we went tubin' back when we were just buddies, when I thought he was sportin' wood all day? Nope. Not wood. Oh no.
Be happy that you aren't hung like a rhinocerosaurus. Seriously.