Thank God It's Boobsday
As "All of the feelings" (jenna_valentine) on Twitter, Jenna Valentine has over twenty-five thousand followers.
"And 16,000 on Instagram," adds Jenna. "Although I think most of my Twitter followers are weird-dick avatars that have their own Twitter accounts because their picture is just a picture of a dick. Where do they come from and why can't they control themselves? They're like, 'You know what would really turn a girl on? If I take a picture of my dick and use it as my Twitter avatar,' and all the girls are like, 'No. I don't want it.' Girls don't like that shit, so don't do that. We'll send or text each other the pictures and make fun of them.
"I got a dick pic after I went on a date with a guy. It was a really nice date, and he sent me an awkward dick pic and I forwarded it to everybody and we were laughing at it. And I'll post it in this private Facebook group I'm in with 3,000 girls from Los Angeles and we'll all laugh at your dick, so don't do that. Some guy sent a picture of his boner on a beach. There was sand in most of the picture and a boner in the corner, and it said, 'Just hanging at the beach,' and I said, 'First of all, why are you pulling your dick out on the beach then sending a picture to a girl?' Not a good idea. Nothing good came of it because I never saw him again. He ruined it. I don't want to see that after a first date. I don't even know you. I don't even know your favorite color. Don't send me your dick. If he hadn't sent me that picture, we would've gone on a second date and maybe it would've gone well. We could've had sex. I could've seen his dick in person."
This reminds us of a story Danni Ashe told us when she was modeling. In the pre-digital camera/smartphone days of the late 1990s, Danni and her office staff, mostly girls, used to get Polaroid instant pictures of guys' cocks in the mail. They would pin them to a large cork board and make jokes about the latest arrivals every morning. So it's really nothing new. Just the tech has changed. And it's sanitary.
The moral of the story? Don't Tweet yer meat.