My fiance is hardcore about scorpions. I, like you, freak out at the sight of them. One night, I look up, and there's a scorpion about 5 feet above me on the wall. I jump up and yell at him to kill it. He gets out a machete (I'd never seen him with a machete before), chops off the tail, and then picks up the scorpion. He waves it at me saying, "Do you want to hold it now?" And I scream, "Of course not! That thing can kill you; it's poisonous." He smiles, "No it's not; I chopped off the tail already. Here, hold it, just for a second." I give him one of those are-you-fucking-kidding-me looks, and he takes the hint, and lets it go outside. I'm still terrified of scorpions, even though I suppose I'm a bit safer with a scorpion-tail-chopper for a future husband.
The Freudian interpretation of this is far too ridiculously easy, but I'm laughing my ass off at the thought of you getting stung by a disembodied penis anyway.
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