Today I was walking out of the shower in a major depressive episode because of the news yesterday, and my teen son Barron was there, staring at my throbbing peenor.
He looked at it, with his baby blue eyes and plump ass, and said it looked like a tiny cheeto with a mushroom on top. I froze, mouth ajar, dick flacid, blood type the same as before because that never changes. I don't know if I can carry on anymore after that. Please offer reassurances below.