trocar

I'm going to open up and share a fun fact about me with you, on Canada Day 1994 myself and three friends won the Nelson sandcastle building contest by constructing a giant sand-penis. A profound mixture of celebration and boredom lead the four of us to enter the "build" in a legitimate fashion much like all the other innocent fun-seekers, however we harbored sinister motivations. And of course the easiest way to express them was in genital form. Let it be known that we hid nothing from the unknowing public as our Godzilla dong took form, people asked what our sand creation would be and one of use always told the uninformed party that it was in fact a sand-penis. After an hour or two it really started to show, veins were sculpted, dermal ridges and pores were seamlessly added, and the the ball sack was large and hairy (seaweed). However that fact that we encounterd no negative reaction whatsoever and finding ourselves in no from of trouble or centure caused us to lose intrest in the project and search of fun elsewhere. So it was with unbelieving ears that I heard mine and my co-conspirators names called to recieve our first-prize ribbons (some effort for a piece of nylon). Did nobody listen to what we said in our frank descriptions? Could no one recognize the male genitalia when it was 9 feet long? At this point in my life I cannot decide which is worse: the fact that I helped build a massive sand cock or that my city rewarded me for it. Life is disturbing and funny.