Neanderpundit

For some strange reason, when I saw this twisted little film, it practically shouted, “Neanderpundit!”

Of course, that could just be my imagination.

Sing Ho! for Og, Neanderpundit,
Once had a sense of shame, but shunned it.
He now regales his readership
With tales of Purulent Zits, and Shit.

His pride and joy? An outsize Nut-Sack.
To drive it, he must use a Half-Track.
It’s a sight I hope to never see:
Neander-Pendulosity.

A genius of prose and versification,
He can write a sonnet ’bout Constipation;
A double dactyl on Anal Warts;
And vers libre on the topic of Firearm Sports.

A Renaissance Man is mighty Og!
He’ll wax eloquent about his Rectal Clog,
And th’explosive release of the very same.
The man, he has no sense of shame.

lake huron makes your nads shiver their way back up the inguinal canal to your throat.

once you become accustomed it’s great. my ginormous scrote shrinks down to normal human size. makes mr happy look huge by comparison. not that I’ve spent too much time looking in the mirror or anything.