i didn't mean to find it.
but you know how, after a frolic, your breath is all funky and you just can't stand the thought of your face being covered with various eflluvia and you just need to wash right now right now right now??!!
well, i needed toothpaste (i brought everything else but forgot that). so i opened his medicine cabinet and grabbed the aquafresh. i'm standing there, brushing, when i see two bottles. it doesn't take much effort to tuuurn the bottle to read the label. ambien. ok; i know about his insomnia. (personally, i think he should switch to lunesta.) still brushing. i tuurrn the other bottle: fluoxetine. hm. que es esto? don't know. never heard of it. i'm desperately trying not to think STD medication, but i make a mental note to look it up later. (and make another note that it's time for another pelvic exam and all concomitant tests.)
later: thanks to Desperate Housewives I know what it is and a friend added further illuminating info; it was prescribed to her cat to level out kitty's bad-ass aggression: kitty prozac.
what was heretofore known as pot-dick now has another name.
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Zounds! 'Pot Dick?'
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yes.
pot-dick is the dick that cannot function due to waking and baking, baking in the afternoon, the evening, after sex and right before sex. it is the dick that starts out fine but then, inevitably, fails to complete its mission.
it is an ever-disappointing dick.
but now, pot-dick is not pot dick. it is prozac dick: a dick that is too leveled out to etc., etc.
you took a picture?
no! that's just a useful image from getty. i like the pink.
heh. bill was, indeed, wise. foolish, but also wise.
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