Using the iPhone’s cutting edge GPS capabilities, coupled with a clever piece of software that tracks your jogging route, I’ve managed to run in a great big penis shape. Sort of. It’s in profile, you see. Those are the testicles there. Shut up.
Despite what you hear on the news there are very few roads that join together in such a way as to create a believable cock shape. It was hard work finding one nearby.
Here’s that shape again. Does it look like a cock shape yet? I know I know, the glans is upside-down. There really wasn’t much I could do about that.
I burned 182 calories running in a cock shape. Next month, I hike in the shape of a pair of breasts.
Wow, Cheltenham Road!
Oh, uhh, yeah, nice cock.
You should have ran down the left half of Matlock Road to create a convincing ‘bell end’, and perhaps had a quick job in that little Close by Leabridge Road for a ‘shaft’ effect.
But anyway, I digress. I am so offended by this one that I have written to Google Maps to have this area of the country completely bulldozed.