Hey, Dave, you know if we weren’t both married to other people, I’d take you out for a beer.
Thanks, Kinsey, but…uh…beer doesn’t make me ejaculate.
At least it hasn’t since college…
In the meantime, I’m going to imagine Persephone in a cheeleader outfit.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm
No, see, if I drink enough beer, you could, umm…well, never mind.
I shouldn’t be telling people that.
If this don’t beat all…
Indeed. What ARE you whingeing about. YOU lived, but what about all those little sproggies that never had a chance to realise their full potential. Every sperm is sacred, mate, and your selfish actions have deprived 300,000,000 of them from even considering becoming self-actualised.
I hope you’re ashamed of yerself.
I’d like to get laid three more times before I go back to the doc. Heck, I’d settle for one really long one (hehe, no pun intended). But noooooo! My girl’s making me go back to the doc and won’t even give it up. She can feel around long enough to find it but not long enough to get me off. Bitch! That’s what I get for crossing over.
Any sweet fellas interested? If so, ya know where to find me!
Lots of Dopers spill them
on the dusty ground,
but God will make Dave pay for
each sperm that can’t be found!