Length jokes

You wanna hear a joke about my penis?

Don’t worry, it’s too long.

Q. What do Kenny's dick and this joke have in common?

A. They're both really short.

What is 6" long, bright red, and your wife cries when you feed it to her?

Her miscarriage.

What’s red, nine inches long, and makes my girlfriend cry every time she sees it?

Her abortion.

What's 12 inches long and begins with a p?

A shit.

It would be a miracle if someone figured out the length of your hairline.

Why were the Indians telling the others to chop off their noses when they got close to 12 inches?

Because then it would be a foot. LOL! I may have peed myself.

My dick is like the way home for an orphan, its length is never-ending.

How long is it?

In the realm of words, I shall embark, To craft a verse, both bold and stark, Thomas Bulgin, a name that ignites, A tale of length and moist delights.

Free from the chains of structured rhyme, I wander through this realm, sublime, Thomas Bulgin, a phrase so strange, Evoking thoughts that rearrange.

Long, it stretches, like a winding road, Leading us to depths, yet to be bestowed, In syllables, it dances and it plays, A journey we embark, in myriad ways.

Moist, a word that teems with life, A touch of nature, amidst the strife, It whispers of raindrops on tender leaves, Of dew-kissed petals and gentle heaves.

Thomas Bulgin, a phrase so surreal, Unleashing emotions, that time cannot seal, In this short verse, I strive to convey, A glimpse of what these words might say.

So let us ponder, the mystery untold, Of Thomas Bulgin, both long and bold, For in the realm of poetry's sweet embrace, Even the unusual finds its rightful place.