I don’t think I have strong emotional connections with most of the guys I’ve bed, but I would still wouldn’t want to see any of them die after a 12 hour sex marathon and be the one calling the morgue.
On the plus side, I’m guessing that death saved them a $4300 loss.
A propos of nothing related to the OP, I haven’t thought of that joke* since I was around eight years old. Your post just served as the catalyst for a years-overdue epiphany. (I also understand now why my parents looked at me funny when I asked them to explain it.)
On the other hand…eeeew. I think I was happier when I thought it was just absurdist humor.
As to Tuganov…were they hot? It’s a kickass way to go regardless, but if they were Swedish bikini models or something, that could mark the difference between “folk-tale hero” and “Homeric legend”. Devil’s in the details and all.
Q: What’s the difference between elephants and ice cream? A: Ice cream comes in half-gallons, elephants come in quarts.
This bet sounds like a high-stakes version of “I bet you a quarter I can touch your boob without touching your bra.” “Oops, lost. Here’s your quarter…can I try again?”
Clearly, he watched Top Secret beforehand and the Viagra was a backup plan.
“Nick, I’ve tried everything: the embassy, the German government, the consulate. I even talked to the U.N. ambassador. It’s no use, I just can’t bring my wife to orgasm.”