Friday, July 11, 2008
The Downside of Hardons
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TGIF! It's a bit early, given my most recent 'liver bash' (monday), but the upside is that tonight's ruminations will have at least the value of setting me back on the 'weekend schedule.' A 'plus' is that tomorrow is forecast to be much cooler. Good hangover weather. And not that I need cool weather to stay cool in bed. Not at all.
Last Monday's ruminations were a revelation: cute but insubstantial. The idea of having a dialog with my last can of 3.2 beer would never have occurred to me, sober. The most important attribute of that last post still seems to be innanity. Innanity has its place. You will probably see that principle immediately if you ever summon up the nerve to write a blog while drunk. Innanity will save you from time to time if only you can remember... to do it...
Without further ado we will proceed to the next installment of my drog. But first I need to record here my first first experience with Viagra. It happens that just before writing the preceeding drog entry I experienced my first encounter with Viagra. I had ordered a prescription from Doctor Yu. I wanted to try it and she had no objection. (Yu was a very good-looking ethnic Chinese employee of KP.) I recorded the result on my drog:
It was a morning experience. I took the full dose. I watched TODAY as the drug took effect. Yu had suggested that the drug might need 'assisting' in the form of, perhaps, 'sexy videos.' I got the intended message. 'Whatever turns you on?' 'Right,' she said.
'So I was a bit surprised when it happened more or less automatically, as I watched Katie Couric and Ann Curry with a hardon. I waited two and a half hours for it to go away and it didn't, so I disposed of it in an appropriate way (which we need not go into). The Viagra was still working a little after about 11:30 when I woke up after a nap. It's all gone now, though, at about 4:00 PM. Thumbs up for Viagra! Next time I'll try for an endurance test. This drug reminds me of my younger days when, between the ages of 12 and 50, I was very often presented with unwanted hardons which interfered with my ability to concentrate.'
TGIF! It's a bit early, given my most recent 'liver bash' (monday), but the upside is that tonight's ruminations will have at least the value of setting me back on the 'weekend schedule.' A 'plus' is that tomorrow is forecast to be much cooler. Good hangover weather. And not that I need cool weather to stay cool in bed. Not at all.
Last Monday's ruminations were a revelation: cute but insubstantial. The idea of having a dialog with my last can of 3.2 beer would never have occurred to me, sober. The most important attribute of that last post still seems to be innanity. Innanity has its place. You will probably see that principle immediately if you ever summon up the nerve to write a blog while drunk. Innanity will save you from time to time if only you can remember... to do it...
Without further ado we will proceed to the next installment of my drog. But first I need to record here my first first experience with Viagra. It happens that just before writing the preceeding drog entry I experienced my first encounter with Viagra. I had ordered a prescription from Doctor Yu. I wanted to try it and she had no objection. (Yu was a very good-looking ethnic Chinese employee of KP.) I recorded the result on my drog:
It was a morning experience. I took the full dose. I watched TODAY as the drug took effect. Yu had suggested that the drug might need 'assisting' in the form of, perhaps, 'sexy videos.' I got the intended message. 'Whatever turns you on?' 'Right,' she said.
'So I was a bit surprised when it happened more or less automatically, as I watched Katie Couric and Ann Curry with a hardon. I waited two and a half hours for it to go away and it didn't, so I disposed of it in an appropriate way (which we need not go into). The Viagra was still working a little after about 11:30 when I woke up after a nap. It's all gone now, though, at about 4:00 PM. Thumbs up for Viagra! Next time I'll try for an endurance test. This drug reminds me of my younger days when, between the ages of 12 and 50, I was very often presented with unwanted hardons which interfered with my ability to concentrate.'
