Look at him. And look at you. Really look at that thing between your legs. You fucking hate it, don't you? You wish you could be someone else. Why did this have to happen to you? It's the single most tragic experience in your life, walking around with this tiny dicklette between your legs. And you're fucking horny. What kind of cosmic irony is that? This little appendage you loathe more than anything constantly dictates your actions and demands your attention, costing you money. Now, look at him again. This is a man who gets whatever he wants. Money. Women. He's tall. He's strong. He's charismatic. He's not invisible when he walks into a room like you, he doesn't exude small dick energy like you. Now hate fuck your two fingers, cuz god knows you can't fit in a palm. Burn his image into your mind's eye so you will never be able to touch your microscopic little prick without obsessing about alpha cock ever again...
