It’s just typical. I sit in front of my PC bored one day and realised that there is some real self centered boring as hell updates going on in the facebook status world about hearing someone bought an ice cream or some such stuff that just makes no real difference in my life. So I thought “Hey, I could write a post on that! OK, so I will end up alienating some of my friends as they may read it, but hell…it’s free material!”.
And then I went to a site I read on a regular basis and what do you know. FaceBook’s Popularity/Sympathy Contest
I read the post and realised it said everything I wanted to say, and was written in a way I would say it. So. Good job and thanks for stealing the idea from my brain even though I hadn’t even thought about it yet and making it a damn amusing read!
I suggest all you sexy people go have a read, and even you weird ugly ones. OK, so you are all sexy. Fine. Be like that. But do read it as it made me laugh, which is a notoriously hard thing to do. Get it? Notorious. Hahaha. I make myself laugh sometimes! Oh…right.
In any case, the next time one of your facebook friends leaves a status saying “SooperTrooper cant get an erection”, you can point them to THIS news story (although asking them why their name is SooperTrooper may be an idea first). The article mentions how the gas from rotten eggs can help a man lose the need for a plinth.
No really…it does. Of course, you have to question it a little because it also says that the same gas is found in car exhaust fumes…and the last time I looked, and when I say looked, I mean I have NEVER looked, you don’t see built up inner city areas full of guys walking around trying to hide the tent because of the amount of exhaust fumes in the air.
This is also the same for sitting in traffic jams. The last thing I get from sitting in a traffic jam for hours breathing in exhaust fumes is a cartoon woodpecker trying to escape from my pants. Of course, we cant bypass the fact that some guy builds a forest one tree at a time because the smell of rotten eggs helps him plant his seed. Each to their own and all that, but geez…don’t publicise it.
They also say:
The researchers tested this theory by injecting the gas into intact erectile tissue from eight men who had undergone sex changes surgery as well as carrying out tests on rats.
They injected gas in to his…you know, I would rather be known as Mr Floppy than have some guy injecting me in the happy department. And did the rats go stiff, so they assumed it worked? Because they just may have been dead.
Either way, I am sticking to hard boiled eggs for my breakfast and Viagra for my dessert.
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