And This Is Why I'm Still Alive
See? I just knew it would pay off. I need to write a book about my "36 Hour Rule" and market it as new-age, holistic, self help. The title? Spank Your Way To Health.
See: "Masturbation 'cuts cancer risk'" a la the Beeb.
All kidding aside, I've a friend who's not doing so well with prostate cancer, and I can't see this sort of thing without thinking of him. If you are a man over 30, go and have Dr. Jellyfinger play with your asshole. Yes, that squishy lube feels weird for a while afterward, but don't be a sexually frightened / repressed pussy. It doesn't make you gay any more than being in a locker room does, and if it saves your life you can blame me for the remainder of your years for victimizing you. I don't care.
It might even give you a new found sense of compassion the next time you want to get your lady "as the Greeks do".
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