Transcribed by: ldoering@engin.umich.edu (Laurence Doering) Subject:
Detachable Penis Date: 15 Dec 92 07:26:20 GMT Detatchable Penis, by King
Missile I woke up this morning with a bad hangover And my penis
was missing again. This happens all the time. It's
detachable.
[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and
over]
This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it
home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out,
when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with
it. First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it. So
I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it
either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'cause for
some reason I leave it there sometimes But not this time. So I
told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were
at the party, but they were no help either. I was starting to get
desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit
down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the
house, and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to
get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place, where all
those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis
lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was
selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks,
but I talked him down to seventeen. I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell
me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even
though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable
penis.
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis"
for a while, then out]