A Tom gray

Bro sent me a photo of his noodle in a bathrobe. I felt like I was looking at a crime scene.

My cousin texted me a pic of his wiener with ketchup on it. I almost threw up.

My friend sent me a pic of his dong with a sandwich on it. I asked if he was trying to start a food group.

My boy sent me a photo of his cock and said, 'Check this out, man.' I said, 'That’s not check this out, that’s check this out and then call a plumber.'

My sister sent me a pic of her junk and said it was 'the gift that keeps on giving.' I said, 'It’s more like the gift that needs a garbage truck.'

My dad sent me a photo of his weenie and said, 'This is what you get when you’re a legend.' I said, 'You’re a legend, but your weenie is a disgrace.'

My friend sent me a photo of his dingus and it was so bad, I cried. Not from sadness, from shame.

My mom sent me a pic of her junk and said, 'This is the best I could do.' I said, 'You could have done better with a sock and a banana.'

My uncle sent me a photo of his junk and it looked like it had been through a war. I said, 'That’s not a junk pic, that’s a battle report.'