This brings up the 1960s and early 70s, when in my tiny home town the local McDonald’s (Thousands of burgers sold!!! 10 cents!!!) was where all the girls would park ass end in the lot, and the guys would chug their muscle cars through. Girls would pick the car, not the guy. Redneck country. Me? I rode my horse in, got my fries, and rode home. Besides, my horse had a bigger penis than all of them (hahahahahaha). Frankly, m’dear, I think that the emphasis on penis size is in direct proportion to the amount of brain power one has. After all there’s not much room for grey matter in Mr. Happy. ‘Nuff said. And for some men, that is the only brain they possess.