Overheard in the locker room

Call them Dude A and Dude B. I couldn’t see either one (there was a row of lockers between us) so I cannot provide any factual verification.

Dude A: Dude! You’re not going to!

Dude B: Gotta. I forgot to bring another pair of shorts.

Dude A: Dude, those are zipper pants.

Dude B: Yeah, well.

Dude A: I’m just saying. Dude.

Dude B: Dude, you’re like a hundred times bigger than me, so I’m telling you, I don’t have to worry about it.

Dude A: Unless you’ve like shrunk up since high school, you’re big enough to reach your zipper.

Dude B: Not a problem ‘less I get a hard-on.

Dude A: It happens, Dude. Like, spontaneously.

Dude B: No, man, I’m getting too old for that shit. Mine takes some attention.

From there, it devolved into a discussion of what it would take to get a spontaneous erection these days. The word “penis” figured prominently. Dude, I’m not kidding.



  1. Chris says:

    It’s conversations like these that make me glad I’m not a guy. Yeah, we have to deal with bras and PMS and stuff, but at least our body parts don’t have (embarrassing) minds of their own!

  2. Sharon says:

    What Chris said.
    What is it with dudes and their penis? Get over yourself.