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well what’s two inches dodgechallenger00?, I hear you asking. Well, it all started the day I was born, a hot day in the great year of 2005. My mother squeezed me out like the reverse of putting a hard boiled egg in a pressurized plastic water bottle. Shot out of there at record speeds. Anyway, the doctor picks me up, inspects me, and is all like, “Ma’am, your sons penis is microscopic, it may very well be like that for the rest of his life.” My mother is unfazed (she’s unconcious). So the doctor tells my dad, “Sir, your son will get zero bitches for the rest of his life due to his micropenis.” It’s at this point where my father starts sobbing, having to come to terms with the fact that his son will be a beta virgin for life. When both my parents took me home they were seriously considering giving me up for adoption, as “no son of mine is going to have a micropenis.” It was my older brother, who was 18 at the time, who convinced my parents to keep me. He did this by putting together a power point presentation on how having a younger brother could help *him* get bitches. This pleased my parents, as at least one of their sons would get some hoes. Fast forward to today. My peen is still ungodly small. It’s so small, in fact, that I didn’t even know I had one until I was 14 years old. It had been hiding as if ashamed to be seen with me. Anway, that’s my life story hope you enjoyed.