Repetition isn’t enough. Some people need a little extra help.
The prostrate man remained stretched out straight upon the ground.
Your prostate is in a sorry state, the doctor stated to the patient.
How about:
The drug’s intended effect was to effect a change in his affect, but the dosage didn’t affect him correctly.
I’ll wait until the statue of limitations has run out and then BAM, Tripler gets it!
Ellen
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WHY??? I was SO angry, I was! This subject is in no way mundane to me, but whatever. huff
Well, THANKS gang for ruining my incredibly timely rant. In this forum it cannot be considered a rant at all, and so what is its purpose? It now only exists to remind me of what could’ve been. AND TO TAUNT ME.
Yeah, the prostate is the Edsel of organs.
It has showy fins and was made in Detroit ?
I did not know that…
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sn’t the prostrate gland another name for the appendix, because it just sits there and does nothing?[Actually, the prostrate secretes a component of ejaculatory fluid and contains muscles that contribute to the force of ejaculation, so it helps to have a healthy prostrate if you want to C*M LIKE A PRON STAR!!!
Also, something about increasing the motility and survival rate of sperm blah blah blah.
They have them now. (Actually the structure, function, and [missing word for likelihood of becoming enlarged or cancerous requiring surgical intervention] are different enough it seems silly to buck the longstanding practice of giving them different names, but there you have it.)
Thank you! I must remember that the next time somebody either misuses those words or says that effect is a noun and affect is a verb.
Marcus, with all possible respect to your friends (and acknowledging that I know nothing about their circumstances or what aftereffects they may have had to deal with), to me whether one is “wrecked” by prostate removal depends on one’s priorities. But all I have to go on is my own experience.
<TMI — or as the (sadly not) immortal Lou Gottlieb would say, “Here comes the smut, Martha!”>
Of the two major side effects associated with the inevitable trauma to the nerves running through the prostate, the first has pretty much resolved itself. I still wear a pad, but that’s 99.44% paranoia — I can count on one hand the number of significant leakages in the last three or four months. Eventually I expect to be comfortable enough that I can dispense with them entirely.
The other side effect, unfortunately, has shown little or no progress. And at my six-month followup the urologist offered to write me a prescription. But as I told him, nobody has required my, er, “services” in this area for something like eighteen years, which makes it something less than a pressing issue. Under the circumstances, I declined to introduce medication to my system in order to correct a problem that really doesn’t exist.
</TMI>
If you were to ask me if I liked breathing or boinking, my reflex answer would be “yes!” But my cancer — first-alerted by the much-maligned PSA screening — was unusually aggressive, which meant that I was pretty much forced to choose between the two. Perhaps I’m unusual, but I chose breathing. So far, I don’t regret my choice at all.
ETA the above (missed the edit window): I just got it. :smack:
Sorry to hear of your difficulties Otto, but yes, it was joke. Hope it helped you to smile a little.
It can also serve to remind everyone to have their prostrates checked. We don’t want anyone falling down on the job.
But do you know the difference between laying down and lying down?
Well, that explains everything.
You are such a pre-Madonna!
Arghh! :chokes:
I have no opinion on that.
But I will say that I am in favor of Volone, and against Pasto.
Hey! What the heck are you doing putting a factural post on this thread that has devolved into hilarity ensuing, anyway?
Please define “Pron Stat.”
It’s a very, very fast Pron. Didn’t you ever watch ER?
I have an otherwise-brilliant professor this semester who doesn’t get this distinction. He was trying to make a point about Paradise Lost, saying that Satan is “lying prostate on the lake of fire.” He paused after he said the word “prostate,” like he knew it wasn’t the right word, but he didn’t correct himself. He used it two more times later in the semester. Each time, that little pause, like I know this isn’t quite right and maybe I’m embarrassing myself wait what’s the word for the thing in your butt that gets cancer oh Jesus I need to find a different word for lying down.