You have a choice. Your dick or your brain. That is one of the things I am trying to get thru to you. Make all the jokes you want. The last laugh will be on you. When you are in a wheelchair drooling with Alzheimers.
well, i already have a brain, so could i please plump for the dick, please? will it be delivered, and do i get a choice of gift wrap?
oh, hang on - i see you mean i can choose between
my dick and my brain. hmmmm, well, that means there's no dilemma, then, so i can happily wank myself into dementia, doesn't it? or not. bit confused, now - probably early signs of pre-senile dementia. oh well - no point in stopping now, then, is there: i'm already well on the way, due to my solitary sexual proclivities.
oh, and it's spelled "through".