Shrinkage

Shrinkage. It is the inevitable demise of even the longest shlong. There is simply nothing to prevent your one eyed monster from fizzling away back towards the warmth of your body when suffering through frigid conditions.

Okay, so it is one thing to get out of the chilly ocean and know your guy is pathetically small, but to have the cover of your trunks. Or another frequent, in my youth, was to be partying in the woods by a fire on a cold fall night, going to to take a leak and then the frosty air combined with icicle finger tips turns your healthy member into a turtle head running for shelter. But again no one there is to witness the humiliation.

Now take a look at this poor bastard, http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2009/0106091vail1.html

Attention all Facemouth readers. Check your fold down seats on the lifts this season, warm your hands before taking a leak in the frosty climates and thank God for the existence of hot tubs and all that happens under the bubbles. Have fun up at S.R.!