|Yes, the password was "cringe."|
Many years ago we were part of a bowling league and one of the men we bowled with became our third on a team. He was very nice, very well-spoken, dressed impeccably, a total top, and his hormones were in a constant state of full-on sexual arousal.
Cookie is convinced that Clyde was born with a hardon and ready to fuck anything with a hole. Every week it was all about sexually conquering this guy, that guy, and oh, there was always a corn-fed youth from Ohio State who fell under his power.
The third year we bowled with him, things took a strange turn.
It was the first week back and Clyde was catching us up with his summer and oh, yes, he would need to do something about week five and week ten, because he would be at the Mayo Clinic getting treatments for his broken penis.
I dared not say "Come Again?" but my facial expression must have said that.
Well then, Clyde had to tell us, every damn detail.
He was having a three-way...he had popped viagra...twink...poppers...
Then he fell on his penis when he passed out from mixing Viagra and poppers.
His penis snapped. Actually, the sponge-like material in the penis tore, giving him a hook. Well, at the time, they had to call a squad because of the internal bleeding and bruising.
"It looked so bad that when I came to, I passed out." Then surgery, and another and another. Finally, they told him that the damage was so severe that they were sending him to Mayo Clinic.
I hope they can fix it because "Probie," (the name he had for his penis) "is very unhappy."
Cookie gave him a look that said "What did the doctor say about using Viagra?"
Cookie's husband, Husband, started calling him Captain Hook.
I mean I felt bad for the guy, but damn it, they warn you not to mix the two less you have a certain dangerous drop in your blood pressure, etc., etc., etc.
Anyhow, by the end of the season, we needed to get away from bowling, and all of the drama of the broken penis.
We have no idea what happened to Clyde, or if he got his "Probie" straightened out.