The what ever thread...

[TroySanders]

Ramen noodles are the best thing since black dick.

[TroySanders]

Actually, white dick is the best thing since black dick.

[SPACERITUAL]

Actually, white dick is the best thing since black dick.

[unownunown]

dude what the fuck did i just watch. i can't decide if it was really really bad or really really good. (i love it when that happens)

i watched it twice.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDal4GCyEJA[/youtube]

[theavondon]

Actually, white dick is the best thing since black dick.

[tuffteef]

im gonna sit on the dick fence
its a matter of mood i mean sometimes i hanker for white dick but then again im like i want some cocoa all in my grill and dial for some black dick

[snipelfritz]

I'm all about Eskimo dick.

Y'know they have thirty seven words for "Schwing!"

[dubkitty]

im gonna sit on the dick fence

someone of the gay persuasion MUST sig that immediately.

[DarkAxel]

oh imagine prisons for homophobes...

SURROUNDED BY NOT VERY-TALL DICK FENCE? ESCAPE-PROOF, trollin' hard

[TroySanders]

im gonna sit on the dick fence

someone of the gay persuasion MUST sig that immediately.

[tuffteef]

oh imagine prisons for homophobes...

SURROUNDED BY NOT VERY-TALL DICK FENCE? ESCAPE-PROOF, trollin' hard

they can leave whenever they feel
but first they need to pay the leather daddy prison master visit before you leave

I'm all about Eskimo dick.

Y'know they have thirty seven words for "Schwing!"

eww those dirty ice monkeys
how do you even get a boner in the ice and cold as soon as someone touches it, it deflates from your ice claws

[dubkitty]

lots and lots of blankets, yo.

[snipelfritz]

Crazy dream description GOOOOO:

Act 1: Exposure
So my dream begins when I was living in Minneapolis, but it wasn't me. It kind of looked like Spudgun from Trainspotting, but he/I was completely naked. I was in some neighborhood that looked like it was in Uptown. He/I found my way to a tennis court where a bunch of people were watching a tennis match which he/I soon realized was a celebrity charity match in which John McEnroe was playing. He/I made my way to the court hiding behind the conveniently placed sponsor signs. I spotted a group of people watching the match and thought, for some reason, that if I went over there, I might find a pair of underwear or something I could wear. I ran up a woman and her two young children having a picnic and watching the game. Exasperated, I shouted, "I'm really sorry, ma'am," and spotted a plastic cup(like the kind of thing you get from McDonalds) with just a little ice in it. I dumped out the ice and put the cup on my foot as if that small shred of clothing would make a difference. Of course, I knew I had been seen by everyone there and so, as I ran away, now on the lam, I thought to myself, "Gee, this cup is more comfortable than I thought it would be."

Act 2: V for Venice?
Now, I'm Natalie Portman. I'm clothed(unfortunately), but still running from my streaking incident. I'm also in what looks like Venice(y'know canals) except it is clearly in England, people with British accents, those guards with the fuzzy hats everywhere. I know people are looking for me and I see the coverage on a couple TV's that I pass in stores and cafe's. My story is even on The Daily Show with Aasif Mandvi interviewing witnesses. As we(my two friends and I) make our way though the streets we figure a boat would be the best way to get around would be to take a boat. They aren't gondolas like in Venice, but crappy little outboard-motor fishing boats. We go to a pier but there aren't any there so we wave to a guard(remember, British accent, fuzzy hat), and he kicks a boat over from the other side of the canal. All the while, I am covering my face to hide my identity as the notorious streaker.

Act 3.1: Me
Now, I'm actually me. I'm in Minneapolis, back in the dorm I lived in Freshman year. I run in, put on some clothes, pack some more into a bag and grab my two friends telling them I need to get across the border(that is state border) as quickly as possible. I don't tell them why, but we run out get into a car and start driving out of the city.

Act 3.2: Lovesac, is a little old place...
Somehow, we are no longer in the car, but we're in a shady wharf area and we sneak into a warehouse. The warehouse happens to be filled with stacks and stacks of squarish beanbag chairs. Sneaking through, we(now just me and one friend from highschool, who I think is starting to suspect me as the streaker) realize that there is a guard prowling around. Eventually, he hears something, looks around and says, "Hey, I'm getting spooked, so if there's somebody here, you'd better just let me know." We stand up from behind beanbag chairs and say, "Yeah, we were sneaking through here." The guard is super pissed and he starts telling us that if we're going to sneak around we might as well do some work. He gives us very complicated instructions which involved diluting and spraying chemicals around. I begin following his instructions, but quickly escape again.

Act 4: Odysseus Returns
So now I'm Woody from Toy Story. Me, the piggy bank, the aliens, and maybe slinky-dog are riding those giant magnets they have in junkyards(I know The Brave Little Toaster got mixed in there). We are riding them so we can get onto the train cars that the magnets will pick up and drop onto a moving train. We know that if we don't jump at the right time we'll either miss it or get crushed between the magnet and the train car. I make it, but the rest of them miss the time to jump and say, "Oh well, we'll just stay here. Good luck Woody!" Somehow Minneapolis is now L.A. and I make my way across the country to the East Coast suburb where Andy is waiting for me(because that's what it's all about now).

It's night. It's kind of cartoony, like this is just a kids imagination of how Woody is. All of the evil people are outside having a party. It's a very classy, with kind of 60's Bond movie feeling until I(Woody) bust in and start kicking ass. First, I go for the big bald guy with the eye patch. I punch him and start holding him under the pool while saying, in a super bad-ass voice, "Que erro hombre esse!?" To which he responds, "What? I don't speak Spanish!"(obviously I don't either IRL) So after kicking his ass, his eyepatch fell off revealing that he really did have two eyes. Then again bad guy tried to justify his actions and say he was doing it all for his mom(which a convenient voice over identified), who was wearing an odd Cleopatra meets Princess Leah in the beginning of Return of the Jedi sort of outfit. Then I/Woody kicked that bad guys ass and carved his eye out with a knife. Then the evil lord Zurg appeared and we had a crazy Matrix meets Dragonball Z sort of fight for a while until Andy came outside and said, "Woody?" Then everything stopped and there was a bright light, and that was the end of the dream.

[eatyourguitar]

I googled dickfence and it did appear

NSFW: show

its not a real dick. but if you clicked on it before reading this then you really must like looking at dicks on the internet

[dubkitty]

those parking bollards/hitching posts/whatever the fuck they are in Amsterdam are like penises growing from the pavements all over the old city.