Extend the Story - Add a Room

You drop your 'willie' in the refridgerator in a glass cup of ice, insistent on making sure it doesn't rot away, dry up, or be insfested by creatures from the unknown landscape. (Or of course, stepped upon by your own or others boots.)

You check on your wee likkle winkie often, to be sure it isn't too hot, nor too cold, it's flopped hanging out of the glass uselessly, like some sort of thick giant word that you had poisoned, with no indication of being damaged. That fella had served you well in the past, you wish him well, then close the refridgerator, hopeful of your next meeting. (Ok, let's not forget we're talking about a sexual organ here..)


Now alone, what do you do in your spare-time?

Smoke some pot whilst waiting.