I'm getting older. I have to start wearing underwear because my goodies are getting droopy. You don't know what it's like to live in constant fear. Constant fear that you're going to sit on them.
It's a frightening world with new terrors persistently sprouting. But I've made it this far and I'm not about to stop now. Even if the fear that my seed bags will slide underneath me just as my momentum is pulling me past the point of no return towards my intended seat permeates my every waking moment.
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