The phrase "a pecker" is correct and usable in written English.
It can be used in informal contexts, often referring to a bird (like a woodpecker) or in slang to refer to male genitalia.
Example: "The woodpecker was busy tapping away at the tree, its pecker making a rhythmic sound."
Alternatives: "a beak" or "a penis".
A good model to shoot for is the type of person someone would call a "pecker" but NOT a "peckerwood".
He trained as a medical corpsman – a "pecker checker," he says – and was eventually deployed to Iraq with a Marine Explosive Ordinance Disposal team.
I mean, how is someone with a vagina going to tell someone with balls how anything having to do with a pecker feels?
Some girls acted like they'd never seen a pecker before, barely holding the rod with two fingers, as if they were trying to avoid dropping a fragile beaker full of I-Have-No-Fucking-Idea-What-I'm-Doing.
The International Planned Parenthood Foundation claims that just 2percentt of reported baby baggie usages end in a break from a pecker poncho being too small (yes, even regular condoms can fit over a whole leg, but the friction of sex can doom a snug fit) or a slip from one being too loose.
Tormund Giantsbane takes the wind out of the new messiah's sails with a dick joke: "What kind of god would have a pecker that small?" As there are no dick jokes in the Bible please argue with me in the comments we at least have an atypical GoT moment, not because it was about dongs, but because it ends with a smile.
At A.M.I. board meetings, which are often held at Mar-a-Lago, Pecker boasts of his relentless cost-cutting at the magazines.
When you do eventually wander back into town, a prostitute pipes up, "I can't stand to see a man walking around town with such a dry pecker.
They idolise "role models" such as Kate Middleton or the Queen, ghostly beings devoid of opinion or sentiment whose sole purpose in life is to be impregnated by the royal blue sperm of a princely pecker.
She's like, 'Wow, that's such a tiny pecker.
"@TIME Magazine should definitely pick David Pecker to run things over there he'd make it exciting and win awards!" Ron Burkle, a California supermarket magnate and a friend of Pecker's, recalled, "I know they were considering him to be C.E.O. when Time magazine spun off.
