Big Hands, I Know You’re The One



Are we really going to pick our next president based on presumed penis size? okokpokk-e1457064309940

 From the juvenile barb directed at Donald Trump and his hands by Marco Rubio last night, one would think so.


Now NY Daily News is here to tell us that there is a Chinese study that looked into the supposed relationship between hand size and male endowment.


 Apparently there is some truth to the belief, though not what you might think it is.

 BTW: Title for this post straight from the violent femmes.


38 Comments on Big Hands, I Know You’re The One

  1. Johnson had a huge dick and was a disastrous President.

    I think we need a different criterion.

    Penixes and vaginas are NOT the best way to choose Presidents – or so I believe – others, no doubt, will disagree …

  2. And Now an excerpt from Mark Twain’s coverage of Last nights’ debate:

    ‘Set whar you are, gentlemen. Leave him to me; he’s my meat.’
    Then he jumped up in the air three times and cracked his heels together every time. He flung off a buckskin coat that was all hung with fringes, and says, ‘You lay thar tell the chawin-up’s done;’ and flung his hat down, which was all over ribbons, and says, ‘You lay thar tell his sufferin’s is over.’
    Then he jumped up in the air and cracked his heels together again and shouted out– ‘Whoo-oop! I’m the old original iron-jawed, brass-mounted, copper-bellied corpse-maker from the wilds of Arkansaw!–Look at me!
    I’m the man they call Sudden Death and General Desolation! Sired by a hurricane, dam’d by an earthquake, half-brother to the cholera, nearly related to the small-pox on the mother’s side! Look at me!
    I take nineteen alligators and a bar’l of whiskey for breakfast when I’m in robust health, and a bushel of rattlesnakes and a dead body when I’m ailing! I split the everlasting rocks with my glance, and I squench the thunder when I speak! Whoo-oop! Stand back and give me room according to my strength! Blood’s my natural drink, and the wails of the dying is music to my ear! Cast your eye on me, gentlemen!–and lay low and hold
    your breath, for I’m bout to turn myself loose!’

    Then the other guy said:
    ‘Whoo-oop! bow your neck and spread, for the kingdom of sorrow’s a-coming! Hold me down to the earth, for I feel my powers a-working! whoo-oop! I’m a child of sin, don’t let me get a start! Smoked glass, here, for all! Don’t attempt to look at me with the naked eye, gentlemen! When I’m playful I use the meridians of longitude and parallels of latitude for a seine, and drag the Atlantic Ocean for whales! I scratch my head with the lightning, and purr myself to sleep with the thunder! When I’m cold, I bile the Gulf of Mexico and bathe in it; when I’m hot I fan myself with an equinoctial storm; when I’m thirsty I reach up and suck a cloud dry like a sponge; when I range the earth hungry, famine follows in my tracks! Whoo-oop! Bow your neck and spread! I put my hand on the sun’s face and make it night in the earth; I bite a piece out of the moon and hurry the seasons; I shake myself
    and crumble the mountains! Contemplate me through leather–don’t use the naked eye! I’m the man with a petrified heart and biler-iron bowels! The massacre of isolated communities is the pastime of my idle moments, the destruction of nationalities the serious business of my life! The boundless vastness of the great American desert is my enclosed property,
    and I bury my dead on my own premises!’ He jumped up and cracked his heels together three times before he lit (they cheered him again), and as he come down he shouted out: ‘Whoo-oop! bow your neck and spread, for the pet child of calamity’s a-coming!’
    And to this we draw the welcome curtain

  3. That’s IT! The party of Lincoln and Reagan is GONE. In its place is the cast of Jersey Shore on the Potomac.

    Now I hope that Trump goes third party, just so I can vote for him without voting for a Republican.

  4. Are we really going to pick our next president based on presumed penis size?

    But that’s largely the way we’ve done it for such a long time. At least the results suggest so: we’ve had an awful lot of big pricks in the oval office for an depressingly long time. Exceptions? A few.

  5. like I said before …. it isn’t that Trump has little fingers …. he’s got big palms ….. & you know what they say about guys with big palms

    ….well? …. do ya?

    me neither

  6. Everybody knew Bill was bent, but in this day and age with micro ports, micro usb’s, tiny microprocessors, and miniature plugs someone should tell the Donald there is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, the high hung boys work twice as hard, do twice the reps, and three times the bragging. If they’d relax this would never be an issue.

  7. Whew, it’s a good thing none of the Presidential candidates is named Dick or Peter or Harry especially if their last name was Johnson. And besides little guys with no balls all or microdicks like Adolph Schicklegruber are as just as deadly or worse than some guy with a huge dick. They have more to compensate for.

  8. Barry talked about his underwear, Trump about his Vienna Sausage.
    I guess that is just what it takes to stay relevant with a certain class of people.

  9. If we are (or some idiot) wants our Presidential candidates to debate buck assed naked just so we can see how big his tallywhacker is we’re doomed. Count me out. It’s now how big a man’s weiner is but how big the man is and what he stands for that counts. I don’t care how big a mans pecker is, it’s what the man and the ideals he represents that matters. What, are we all in Junior high or something saying my dick is bigger than yours, neener, neener, neener…

  10. I never thought I’d see the day when we would be talking about Presidential candidates’ penis size. Rubio is an ass for going there, Trump is classless for responding to it. How we have fallen as a country.

  11. No, ,Rubio brought up his hand size, penis size, screw that. Trump kicked ass.he didn’t initiate this trip down into the gutter. The midget Cuban did. Don’t ask a question if you are not prepared for the answer. Rubio is a little bitch.

  12. It looks like the debate turned into a schlong fest to me. Good grief, can’t they just stick to the issues and not embarrass them selves and us talking about how well endowed they are or aren’t? It used to be asking Slick Willie back in the 90’s if he wore boxers or briefs (whitey tighties) and now we have to find out what’s hidden under their underwear. I blame it on MTV and the damned lofo media. Who the Hell cares how big their schlong is? I sure as Hell don’t.

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