I'd like to introduce you all to someone who will occasionally be commenting on the site, my penis, Spike. I named Spike at summer camp when I was 14 and since then Spike and I have had a very friendly but occasionally cantankerous relationship as Spike has gotten me into trouble many times. So please give a warm handshake welcome to occasional HCwD commentator, my penis, Spike:

Spike: Hey there, thanks for having me.

DB1: So Spike, what do you make of White Chocolate and his hottie here?

Spike: You know, I can get around some of the douchebaggery in these pics, but W.C. just pisses me off man. It's bad enough I live two inches from an a-hole and every so often you make me do pushups in a cave until I throw up.

DB1: C'mon Spike, we read that joke back in 7th Grade in our well worn copy of "Truly Tasteless Jokes Volume VII."

Spike: Hey, what do you want, original humor? I'm a penis.

DB1: So tell us, Spike, are you able to overcome White Chocolate and enjoy the busty red Jersey hottie here? Or is the power of douchebaggery too much even for you?

Spike: Well DB1, as you know, I'm a pretty hardy organ. Did I complain when we dated that overweight girl from Iowa in college? No. I soldiered on through because I'm there for you, man.

DB1: That you are.

Spike: So I'm a pretty easygoing shlong, I'd say. I can tolerate a lot. But can I get around a pink silk scarf wearing douchebag with teeth bling to enjoy that hottie? Dude, I'm not a miracle worker.

DB1: Yeah, but I give you the Where's Waldouche pics. And what about that blondie in the black lace from a few pics ago?

Spike: Yeah. That was good times.

DB1: Okay, so no more White Chocolate pics. It's too much for you?

Spike: Meh. I can work around it. So long as there's cleavite and nice abs, I'm all good.

DB1: Well I'm glad to hear that Spike! You know how much you mean to me.

Spike: Hey one, request if I could.

DB1: Sure, what's up?

Spike: Can you uncross your legs? I'm choking down here.

DB1: Oh, sorry.