Dear Mister Met

In which there is some take about my dick

One of the ways I made money during college was by collecting and sorting recycling. The other way I made money was by getting naked.

It went like this: I arrived at the studio a little early, went into a room off the studio, changed into a robe, and waited for the professor to call for me. When I got the word, I walked into the middle of the room, stepped up on a riser, and dropped the robe.

Since it was for an art class I was not technically naked, I was nude. Nude means you could see my dick, but it was real classy.