Waddauno? You’ve Got Male!

I was just saying to my wife the other night that nowadays there is a museum for every darn thing but not a one that I have ever heard of to celebrate the male genitalia.

Why not, I wondered.

And right on cue comes the news that there is such a museum, in a small town in Iceland of all places. It is called the Phallological Museum and it displays everything from gigantic whale penises to speck-sized field mouse testicles and bull scrotums.

And recently, the museum put its first human member on display.

There is also part of a Sperm Whale penis that is as thick as a tree trunk and as tall as a man. The entire penis is not on display but if it was, it would be about five metres long, or about as big as my garage.

I probably will never make it to Iceland but it is tempting to go there just to see the 276 specimens from all of Iceland’s 46 mammals, along with a few foreign contributions. After all, it is the world’s biggest and only penis museum.

On display are the penises of whales, dolphins, walruses, redfish, goats, polar bears and rats, just to mention a few. The walls are decorated with massive dried penises, while several dried bull and reindeer organs have been transformed into whips and walking sticks.

Fifteen silver-coloured casts of different-sized human penises also stand in a glass case below a picture of Iceland’s 2008 silver medal-winning handball team, the members of which were willing models for the casts.

In fact, men from around the world are lining up to donate their penises to the museum when they are done with them.

Foreign visitors to Iceland are flocking to the museum. Uninformed about cultural norms and practices in Iceland as I am, I am intrigued to discover that local people go to the museum as well. A nice Friday night, after work activity to give the mind a rest.

There is just no easy way to get myself out of this story so I guess I will just have to get up from the computer and run away.

So many terrible puns to be written, so little time. And even less courage.

©2016 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.