It’s time to cut through the adult male Bos Taurus dung and get straight to the hollow muscle that pumps blood throughout the blood vessels by repeated, rhythmic contractions of the matter. The word on the street is that men think about sex every seven seconds. As an honest man, I would say that’s probably spot on but if your name is Evan, you’ve probably got a problem with that and that problem involves the eating of a sausage in a sliced bun. Evan takes up the story himself:
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Bill, I don’t think Evan sees the euphemistic side of this!! Funny!
Well if he doesn’t he should really grab a copy of ‘Euphemisms for Dummies’!!
I suspect that Evan isn’t seeing much action, for a number of reasons.
I suspect you might just be right!
I want to say, “Good for Evan” but I think Evan needs to contemplate his life more. This cracked me up.
I suppose you could always take the other point of view and say that he overthinks things!