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For everything else, there's Mastercard.

"Ooooh, yeah, then I'm gonna poke those weird pouches beneath it, yeah. With my finger."

Hole in one, buddy. Hole in one.

That's an awfully suggestive finger.

"Hey babe, did I tell you about my penis? Can I have your number? Thanks."

I've always wanted to lie naked in the middle of a major metropolitan thruway, so that if I stayed there long enough Google maps would eventually update their pictures through their satellites and I would be able to say that my penis can be seen from space.