"A quality"

Angela's friend Holly was over last night - they were doing girly shit - making couscous - whatever that is. And Holly was talking about her social media professor (talk about a bullshit class, yo) who she wants to bang and talking about how she absolutely knows that he has a big dick. i had to chime in. i'm like,

"Holly - you're so friggin full of it - how the hell do you know he has a big dick."
"I can see it" - she says.
"That's the crease in his pants" - i say - "hate to disappoint you."
"It's like a quality" - she goes - "he just has a big dick quality. like you look at him and i'm like - that guy's got a big dick."

The only quality Holly should be worried about is the fact that she's a friggin freak. i'm worried about Angela hanging out with girls like that. She looks at guys and pictures big dicks. I don't think that means the guy has a big dick. i think she's got high expectations and that she's horny as hell. that's what i think.

If anyone can tell if a guy has a small dick its other guys. Like i've always known for damn sure that the baldwin brothers got small dicks. the whole friggin clan of em. Alec. Stephen. Daniel. The other one. All four of em got tiny cocks. We Baldwins stick together like that. And it's not friggin "quality." it's Irish blood, baby.