Shit, I think I’ve lost the Bat penis.
Oh, you want to know how that phrase would work in context? Well sure, if you want all the mystery taken out of it…..
My friend Challis recently went on a holiday. All I know about his 10 days away is that his hotel room had a butler, and he saw the most impressive bat penis. So impressive, he took a photograph of it. And when getting hard copies of his photos, he in fact got 4 copies of the bat penis. And then he bought the photograph into work, showed me (and indeed, it truly was a most impressive penis – bat or otherwise) and asked me to keep it so I could show TP. I’ve had a fair bit of paperwork today, and for a moment I feared I had thrown it out by mistake. Which was when I exclaimed – out loud – shit, I think I’ve lost the Bat Penis.
(Also, TP went home ill before I had a chance to show him the penis. So it shall live on my desk until he can see it. FYI: It’s one of those things where it’s disgusting, yet hypnotic.)