Happy Peepee!

So, Rose is always irritated with me because I can’t actually call a … penis … by its real name. 

And oddly, I don’t actually feel comfortable shooting “peepees,” although the female form I’m perfectly comfy with. Go. Figure. 

BUT, when in Rome …

So, here, for you, my family friends, a sampling at the Fremont Solstice Parade of male peepees, otherwise known as “penises.”

My favorite overheard moment: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many naked penises.”

Don’t “think”?! Like, how could you see more unless it was at a bigger naked parade? Or at some nudist convention? Or maybe a large village in Africa that doesn’t really do clothes?