Friday, January 14, 2011


A lot of times lately I'll be, like, I'll have a hot chick naked in my bed and I'll be too coked out or drunk to get a boner. It reminds me of that Jack London story where the guy is freezing to death in the Canadian wilderness, and he gets together all the requisite twigs, etc., to build the fire that would save his life. He painstakingly gathers all this wood, taking care that it isn't too wet or green, and arranges it into a neat pyramid, all while slowly freezing to death in a blizzard, and is justifiably proud of this accomplishment, but then when he takes out the matches to set this life-saving pyramid on fire his fingers are too numb to operate them. That's what not being able to get a boner is like.


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