  After four hours of working, I was sitting down in my store's little cafe, eating a slice of pizza and watching MSNBC. For the most part, it was the same old song and dance, Scott Peterson's guilty because of these reasons, Iraq is not safer, Bush is visiting this state, etc., etc., etc. Then, after a commercial break, in which several drugs were suggested for people with the unability to get an erection and people who aren't long enough below the belt to satisfy their wife, there is a debate style show, in which a woman actually claimed that John Kerry shot himself to get his Purple Heart. I highly doubt he did, but, just for shits and giggles, let's say that he DID shoot himself. That would be AWESOME. I hope they have it on film someplace. I would pay money to see him shoot himself. I can picture it now, him looking around, making sure no-one's around, and then turning the gun around on himself and firing. I'd bay $6.50 to see that stuff, right there. Then I got thinking about the penis commercials. The Viagra commercial noted, in a high, fast voice, of course, that erections lasting longer than six hours are dangerous.
Well, I would think so. That's got to be one of the least productive things ever, a boner that lasts a fourth of a day. I would find a way to take advantage of it, somehow. I'd take a walk around the neighborhood. That reminds me of something I'd like to refer to as the Swimming Pool Incident. This 70 year old man, at least, is asleep by the pool having what I will mildly call 'sweet dreams' that lasted more than an hour.
This man was particularly well endowed and wearing a skimpy Speedo, and it was quite funny to see the children's reactions as they walked past. The emotions ranged from shock to amusement to horror. When the bell for rest period rang, he woke up, embarassed, and flipped over, and laid on his stomach, allowing his little friend to die down. 
