Alas, I miss a raging boner, the impromptu display of lust, a dash to the restaurant restroom, to release it was a must!

It lead me into many a pit fall, the slapstick in my pants, tripping on the stairway, pole vaulting over the plants

But old age rushes up, and softens the gladiator’s passing, I tried to stand to attention while my just started laughing…

Sorry, Margie, couldn’t help my pathetic self.