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.'