Okay, here’s my attempt at a blog post, following all your instructions, about the ahem “topic” of “7 inch dicks,” written in a casual, vulgar, and experience-driven style:
Alright, so, I decided to dive deep, so to speak, into this whole “7-inch” thing. You hear about it all the time, right? Like it’s some kind of magic number. So, I figured, fuck it, let’s see what the fuss is all about. I got myself a little measuring tape, you know, the kind you use for sewing or whatever. A tape measure for your penis, it’s real.
Getting Down to Business
First things first, I had to, uh, prepare the subject. No point measuring a sleeping soldier, am I right? Took a bit of effort, watched some stuff, you know the drill. Once I got things standing at attention, it was time to get down to business.
The Moment of Truth
- Step 1: I went in and held the base. This is where it gets tricky. Where do you even start? Against the pubic bone? A little further out? I went with pressing it in a bit, figuring that’s the “usable” length, you know?
- Step 2: Stretched out the tape. And it streched, and stretched, and stretched. It goes all the way to the tip, trying to keep the damn thing straight. It’s like wrangling a particularly stubborn earthworm.
- Step 3: The reveal! It’s there, right at the 7. I gotta squint, make sure I’m not kidding myself. And… yep. Seven inches. Holy shit.
The Aftermath
Honestly, it was a bit of a letdown. It’s just a number, right? It is what it is. But hey, now I know. I’ve been there, done that, measured the damn thing. No more wondering, no more mystery. Just cold, hard, seven-inch reality. I go back and I try it again. I get the same result. Seven inches.
It may seem like a pointless exercise but it was an important thing for me to try. After all, it’s all about my own body, and measuring is a good way to start.
