Calm down there, fella.
A boy with no pecker, what gives?
LOL, reminds me of the Married With Children, episode with Marcie, and the crazy prospector:
Jefferson - I don’t know, Ol’ Timer. This nugget doesn’t look like it’s worth that much. How many more are there up there like this?
Prospector - Enought to keep you and your little fella (INDICATES MARCY) in baseball cards for the rest of his life.
Marcy - Get your lice infested hands off me, Festus. I’m his wife.
Prospector - Oh. Well, if I’m gonna go to the city, I guess I better get liberal.