"Hey, Mark, doesn't that mannequin look like Jordan?"
"Jordan's got more in his jockstrap, Tom. Well, I suppose that the
face does look a bit like his...," Mark said thoughtfully.
"Here's my iPhone I want you take a pic of me with my pal Jordan!" Tom
said as he entered the store and climbed into the front window
display.
Mark took a couple of pix as Mark posed for the camera. Then he
noticed something.
"Fuck, Mark, get in here and look at this! This isn't a mannequin, it
is Jordan. That goth punk pulled a wax works on him. I can see that
weird double mole on the back of his ear."
"What? This isn't Jordan sealed in wax. It's got joints like a
mannequin - it is a mannequin. Maybe Teddy painted it to look like
Jordan to rile Jordan up. Bad idea if you ask me."
"Oh, yeah, since when does a mannequin have a cock!" Tom said
triumphantly pulling the pouch away from the body.
"Uh, okay that's weird, but Jordan's got a bigger cock and he's
circumcised. This guy's got a foreskin?" Mark no longer seemed
totally convinced that this was just a mannequin.