My wieners all right. The lookout boys near 10th and Dawson saw it last summer after this fool Cabin Boy tricked me into dropping my drawers at the honeys across the way. We were all gonna do it, least thats what Cabin Boy said, but when we got to the count a three no robocops dropped their drawers except me. Then Cabin Boy hopped around and laughed and pointed. I tried to play it like a pimp but he kept saying how my wiener was the size of a peanut. Dang! You cant throw shade on Jody like that! If Cabin Boy didnt have a hundred pounds on me plus that strap in his belt I woulda gone ape on that bitch! Instead I ended up all worried. What if one day Dag decides to hit it with me like Robbie hit it with Little Lamb and Dag finds out I got a peanut dick? So I went down to Pop Nates and got me a bag of shell peanuts and measured it out by the dumpster. And my junk was three times as big, yo! Still small next to Cabin Boy probably, but look, man, Im young. I havent had my growth spurt yet. You best watch your ass cuz one a these days my wiener will be living large and robocops will stop picking on me and girlies will be nice to me and finally everything will be all right.