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Get 95% there and then quit. You will now experience the blueing of the balls. It isnt instant but grows to a medium discomfort. Not debilitating.

The existential dread of a narrowly avoided la petite mort.

Disney's Hercules is synonymous with blueballs for me. It was on in the background while stuff was happening.
Unfortunately, she had taken some Flexeril shortly before this, which worked its magic in that time frame, and passed out for the next 10-12 hours.

I laid there. In a foreign room, a foreign house, and debated whether I should even engage in this sad act. And soon I had to. It was so bad. I was more alone than Matt Damon on Mars. Didn't even feel good.

Thus the legend of Jerkules was born. I hate that movie.

Achtane wrote:the legend of Jerkules

Lol that sucks. Did she treat you when woke up again or did you get double blueballed?



On a slightly related note, but not in relation to dicks, my nephew told me I look like Hercules last week. He's awesome, feeding my ego like that.

I picked the Waitress up from work yesterday so we could hang out. As soon as we got to my house she said "I'm going to get comfortable" and took her pants off, hopped in my bed, and packed a bowl.

Later, she straddled me, still pantsless, leaned down and whispered in my ear...

"I have to go."

She peed on you?

My roommate thinks it's hilarious that I only refer to her as the Waitress.

At least she didn't go

Chankgeez always has the best comedic timing btw. Can we all agree on that?

C'mon now

Okay okay, we're all pretty hilarious.

Man, I was having a really, um, good dream this morning and right when things got interesting, this:



Even my own subconscious is cockblocking me.