I have morning wood, but he leaves for work two hours before I wake up.
My girlfriend used to call it “morning glory”
By the way, what do women get? “Morning hard nipples?” “Morning moisture?” “Menstruation?”
Yet another reason why it’s better to be a guy. 
(Shields up, bracing self for impact…)
I thought it was caused by the Morning Wood Fairy…
i don’t think i can shed any more light on the subject other than to add my name to the list. yeah, i get the wood. strangely, i’m not usually like, “in the mood” in the morning. just the wood.
but i can share a funny incident from real life: a dear friend of my aunt’s recently went through surgery for prostate cancer. for those of you who don’t know, this procedure almost always causes impotency. joe was taking the whole thing rather well, considering. at one gathering of friends (i forget the occasion), another friend was saying that he had been under the wrong impression about the surgery. he had originally thought it was for cancer, but he now realized it was actually for arthritis, because joe’s wife had told him that after the procedure, joe no longer gets stiff in the mornings.
ba da bing. funny guy. and joe laughed along with everyone.
Yes I get morning wood. Its one of the few things I can count on everyday. As the sun rises, so does the wood.
Considering that it’s always morning somewhere around this great big crazy world, then I would have to say yes, I often sport morning timber. I’m happy just thinking about it.
Its called morning glory in England - theres an Oasis song:
‘Whats the story morning glory?’
Yes, Beavis and Butt-Head found this out years ago. but how did the Fairy know when I moved and to where?
Here’s a question:
If you wake up with morning wood, and you decide to “relieve” yourself of it, does that make you a lumberjack?
[hijack]Corvus–you’re a guitarist?[/hijack] I used to have one of those–a Gibson Corvus, not morning wood. Those I still get. But I have a suspicious wife who thinks I was having dirty dreams about me and her friend in a cutthroat-pool version of a 3-way.
Hmmm…tonight she may be right 
Wake up, stretch, grid matress, repeat, roll out of bed.
Actually I’m not.
I’ve always wanted to be one mind you. It’s just that my musical abilities peaked with playing “hot cross buns” on a recorder (for those of you unfamiliar, a recorder is a combination between a flute and a whistle which, when played, produces a sound similar to, well, similar to Micheal Jackson’s voice actually (i.e. shrill and high pitched)) in grade 3.
My name actually comes from the first half of the species name for the common crow, which is Corvus brachyrhynchos.