My husband's dick is too small.

honey you're to small

"Jackson we need to have a talk about our relationship." I said to my husband.
I stopped driving and looked at him; he was wearing his casual thong that he wore every Tuesday, as well as his bedazzled bra.

What a buffoon.

"What, ya don't like me stripping on Tuesday's? You could've told me that ages ago! 'Course, I would've probably kept doing it anyway.. but you could've told me to do it another-"
"No. That's not what I mean."
"What do you mean then?"
"I mean our sex life."
"What, ya don't like big orgys? I can lay off if that's what you-"
"SHUT UP, JUST SHUT. UP. It's not about the stupid orgys, it's about you.
His face just screamed alarm. I turned to look behind us as an eighteen wheeler sped up from behind. Cars were swerving off the road and into the median behind us, yet my hands were locked in place. I watched in horror as my rear window imploded, sending shards of glass throughout the heated pavement and leather interior. I turned to my husband, only to see him covered in blood, a large shard of glass anchored in the back of his head.