Phallic Power

I had a really good night in last night with IndieKid and CrazyGuy. You know, just one of those mellow nights where the conversation drifts from poetry to politics, to why the floor is so dirty, to the massive pile of recycling that nobody will ever do, to anime, to feminism, to slash (see my earlier post about confessions in the pub) and finally to role reversal in said genre of writing and whether men or women are more likely to be the Dom in S+M relationships. The culmination of this discussion was IndieKid's assertion that this was because of "phallic power". Cue the following from CrazyGuy:

Oh no!
There's no coal left!
No oil!
No gas!
The nuclear powerstations are down!
What will we do?!

(yes he used that many verbal exclamation marks)

I KNOW!!

*unzips and takes out imaginary penis*

We'll use my wang! PHALLIC POWER!

You would have thought that at this point life couldn't get much more bizarre. I may have fallen off my chair. But oh no... things could only get worse... because it was at the point where I tried to continue the conversation (or what was left of it) that my poor addled vocabulary decided to produce the word phalanx instead of phallace. (Which I won't link to incase it comes up with porn) It was that kind of night really...