Yesterday's lazy-day post did have a tiny bit of a theme to it; representing the various times wood strikes. Morning, noon, night, regardless of activity - regardless of mental occupation at the time - boners happen. And, boners are glorious things. And we should be thankful for each and every one.
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As fellow blogger Lord Patrick of More of the Same said in his comment yesterday,
"Enjoy them while you can."
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The ability may suddenly disappear one day.
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It was rather fortuitous, I think, to have done that post. Because, yesterday, as I was running my errands (I wasn't able to be completely lazy!), the rather busy Men's Room with a rather large trough urinal,
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brought about a nasty comment made to a fellow pisser because he had a full-on boner.
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Now, we all know how tough it can be to piss through a hard cock. And this guy was minding his own business, he wasn't sneaking glances. He was just pissing.
The conversation went a bit like this:
Nasty Guy: Hey, faggot! This ain't no gay place.
Boner Guy: What?
Nasty Guy: You're not fooling anyone, cocksucker. Get the fuck outta here.
Boner Guy: It's an implant, asshole!
Nasty Guy: ...
See? Some men have lost the ability to get hard. I had a step-brother (hung like pony, btw) who had one of the semi-rigid implants installed after an accident left him limp. Be thankful for each and every boner you get.
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