Right in the dick, that'd be sore all right. I'd probably be writhing in agony, testicles receding to the pit of my stomach etc. Actually I'd prefer you didn't, I may just have a cheeky joint and watch the aforementioned fight.
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Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
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