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The afterparty is gonna be at Linda's, which is about a mile away. And then, tomorrow night, there's gonna be a reading in Durham at the Regulator at 7 p. So if you're in the Tobacco Road area, come on down and listen to me read out loud for five minutes, then ask me any stupid question you like.

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I've tried to avoid drinking before these readings, but I almost always fail and end up showing up drunk and mouthy. A stranger approaches you one night and makes you an offer. You can spend the rest of your life being very well taken care of: all bills paid, your choice of living accommodations, the finest medical care, the best food made by the best chefs, all the travel and luxury you'd ever want. You will never worry about having cash again for the rest of your life, and neither will your family.

You can never have sex again, ever. You would continue to want it, but never be able to have it.

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Then, his antipode approaches and makes you a counteroffer: All the butt you want, whenever you want it, from whoever you want it. All sorts of kinky strange, BUT! You have to go live in squalor and rank poverty for the rest of your life. So sex or being rich, essentially? Let's face it, when you get married, you're basically choosing a life of stability and security over a life of rampant ass-tagging anyway. Going fully celibate isn't a huge leap after that.

You know your fate is sealed. If I never have to fill out a fucking health care form again, you can make me celibate AND cut off my balls. When you get to be my age, getting laid stops being the most important thing in the universe.

It's all that matters. I spent my teenage years praying to get laid and spending many a sleepless night worrying that it would NEVER happen. I would get old, no girl would ever want me, and I'd die with a pair of shriveled-up testicles. I was a matter of life and death to me. I used to watch people get laid with ease in movies and on TV and I'd get very pissy about it. Did I get laid last night? If I did, who can I tell about it? If I didn't, what can be done to rectify this situation?

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What can be done to make sex happen for me once work is over? Then you get married and you become concerned about things other than sex, perhaps because you know you aren't as sexually active as you used to be. I used to flip past political talk shows when I was in my 20s and be like, "Look at these shithe arguing about taxes and shit.

This is horrible transformation for any man to go through, because getting laid was SO important back then. And because your sex life, at times, feels like a definitive statement of your virility. Then you get older and you either cling to that notion or you let it slide and move on to other matters.

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Great men do great things in spite of their libido, not because of it. It's not like Edison got his idea for the light bulb from banging a hooker if only. So if forgoing hot monkey action gets me a private dishwasher, I'm in. When was the last time you think Joe Paterno had sex? I'm guessing after Joe Jurevicius had a good game against Wisconsin. I tried doing a simple Google search to figure out the average age when Americans finally stop having sexual intercourse.

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Alas, no one has done a formal study on this, which angers me. We do 50, collegiate studies on corn subsidies every year NOTE: May not be trueand yet we have no scientific research that pinpoints the average age when your penis will at last fall silent. What a load of shit. All we have to go on here in anecdotal evidence. Thanks to the advent of Viagra for men and Provestra for women, not to mention any of new lubricants on the market, old people are now ABLE to have sex, which is very important. Without those two things, you're essentially trying to produce a campfire instead of an orgasm.

Thanks to drugs and lube, we know that old people are physically able to have sex. We also know that JoePa's wife loved him dearly, perhaps even worshiped him. Remember, when Joe and Sue Paterno met, Joe was 31 years old and she was Pretty big gap, no pun intended. I think they were probably able to still get frisky every now and again. I'll say that Joe Pa last got laid sometime in the s.

But I bet they stuck to the bed and avoided any talk of moving the action to the showers. I wonder if JoePa fapped in the past decade. Can you do that at 85?

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Or is your skin so thin and easily torn that you never risk it? This is very pertinent to my future.

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Also, what do you do if you pour WAY too much into their hand? We've all been there, the awkward, 'do I let them pour some back after it's been in their unknown hands? Think of recipient's palm as a dartboard.

A dartboard has a bull in the center with a bull's eye inside the bulla triple ring which I never hit some distance outside the bull, and the double ring circling the perimeter.

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Your aim is to fill the palm with candy until you hit the edge of the triple ring. Call it a dozen Skittles. That's a fair amount. Any more than that, and the candy can spill out of their hand, which would be the worst thing to ever happen in human history. Any less, and you look like a cheap bastard.

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Plus, it needs to be a good handful that you can throw into your mouth all at once. If it's too much, then you end up either having to stuff in it all in there and look like a fat fuck, or you have to take in half the load and wait to take in the next. The shell dye bleeds into your palm within half a second of contact. And then you're left looking like you just slapped a clown. It's awful. Is there any chance that Axl and Slash agree to accept the award together and perhaps play a song for old times' sake?

Perhaps it's for the best. The last time I saw Axl perform live on TV, he was 70, pounds and was apparently wearing the skin of a fresh corpse on his face. He can go to Hell for that. So the idea of those two getting back together just for a bad rendition of "Mr. Brownstone" isn't exactly an enticing proposition. By the way, Madonna is your halftime entertainment at the Super Bowl this week, and I was trying to figure out the worst thing she could do to piss off the nation during that show, apart from doing her cover version of "American Pie".

I think she should strip down and flash her vag at the commissioner. Really spread it out, too. Just pull her labia apart and give the Ginger Hammer a long look at her old pink gashmeat. The fucking world would blow apart if that happened.

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But I know that isn't gonna happen. If I were doing the Super Bowl halftime show, I'd plan on doing all kinds of inappropriate things on stage to prove that I'm a rebel and that I'm no slave to corporate America.