It's been a long, long, looooong time since Lil Colby gave anyone a stiffy (sadly, big Colby can't claim much better). Thanks to the swamps of central Florida, where, one assumes, the city council of Saint Pete pumps Viagra in the water supply, my miniature, more muscular self has-- however momentarily-- regained his power of erectile suggestion. I certainly couldn't have anything to do with BSD reader Ricky's lapse into length. Could I?
You be the judge. Print off your own mini me (courtesy of Canadian kokigami master J. Bone) and see if the little man can't conjure your todger: