Please, no cracks about the “Vagina Monologues”,... like “woman who fly upside down,......”
Somewhere here theres a joke about a new book and play about the glories of men’s weiner’s (or in my case and age, my Vienna sausage) John Thomases, thingy’s and what other cute and naughty names we all have for our mighty manhood’s, etc.
Perhaps it will be written by that infamous urologist, Mr. I. P. Freely author of “The Golden Stream”.
Unless of course Mr. Seymour Butts, author of “Under The Grandstand” chooses to take a “crack” at it.
I’m sure if someone made a play with “penis” in the title, featuring a big talking penis, it would be considered Avant Garde (I HOPE I misspelled that, because the phrase deserves derision).