"What ever happened to predictability? The milkman, a paperboy, a tranny, or even HIV! You miss your old familiar friends, waiting for you around the bed! Everywhere you look, it's so hard, it's so hard, they got a cock for you! Everywhere you look, you look, there's a cock with a mouth that needs you! When you're lost out there, and without a bone, just follow the jizz trail to get you back home! Bah-du-du-da-bah-ba-dada!"
Mr. Feeny: Eric. I welcome you on this day of celebration into The Fellowship. I have invited very few men into it over the years but you’ve proven your worth. You’re loyal as a dog Eric. A bit dog like in other ways but, alas, you’re a good man. Your father raised you right.
Eric: Thank you Mr. Feeny. I’m truly honored. And, to think, you invited me before Corey. That’s the best part of all of this.
Mr. Feeny. Now now. That’s not what this is about. It has nothing to do with brotherly competition. You just seem ready. But I do have some questions for you to make sure you’re on the right path. A Feeny Fellow stays on the straight and narrow.
Answer all of these as direct and forceful as you can. Speak loudly and proudly. You are a Feeny Fellow after all. I want to hear it in your voice.
First, do you jerk it?
Eric: Umm. Like wack off? I’ve done it before a couple times. Yes.
Mr. Feeny: Stop doing that. It’s an insult to your intelligence.
Eric: Umm. Ok Mr. Feeny. If you say so.
Mr Feeny: Furthermore, you’ll feel cleaner and more up to the tasks of life if you don’t have to clean yourself up after a big sloppy. If you know what I mean. Not that I’ve ever done that. But I can imagine that it doesn’t lend to feeling sparkly. Do you want to feel sloppy Eric? Is that the mindset of a Feeny Fellow?
Eric: (Yelling) No sir! I will accomplish this prerequisite!
Mr. Feeny: Eric. You’re going to go very far as a Feeny Fellow. Now, try on these spectacles.
“Joe. My point is really a question. What if? What if penis is man’s rocket to the moon so to speak. Or to Mars. Or to Jupiter. I’m speaking metaphorically of course but stay with me. Because metaphors explain the undertones of reality, especially when the science is not yet feasible. Or even explainable. My theory is that throughout history, the concept of space has really been built on the longing and distant quest for a woman’s vagina. The vagina of now, one might say. The manhole of the universe.”