But, what if it has come to a point where the satisfaction of winning doesn't really merit the effort. I mean, the flesh is willing but the spirit is weak probably sums it up in a tidy little bundle. It doesn't really matter anyway, it's like competing penis sizes or who can pee further. Really, nobody cares and you find more trouble for yourself by cooking up all sorts of imaginary scenarios where you might (figuratively) compare penis sizes.
Que sera, right? Which may explain the staid condition of my existence. However, there is less drama and I am more at peace with myself if anything. Ah, life.
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