I was at 1600 Pennsyvania Avenue. The Most Powerful Man In The World. But I had this little problem. Actually it wasn't so little. His name was Fred.
Guys name their peckers.
Mine is named Fred. Fred, as it generally is the case, has a mind of his own. He sees a short skirt, and he's at attention. My problem with Fred started years ago. For some reason Fred liked to be licked and sucked, sort of like a lollipop.