My E.D. was really getting bad. Traditional medicine just wasn't helping, so my doctor prescribed a radical new treatment.
My "prescriptions" were filled by a dude in a trenchcoat on a street corner with a couple of scantily clad ladies hoovering around, but I didn't ask any questions.
Of course, the medicine didn't help, not directly anyway. My fecal explosions are still remenicent of the thunder-god Thor's lighting bolts in their volume, but I'm usually too stoned to give a sh*t.
HAHAHA! Get it? "Give a shit"!
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