What follows is the first of many reposts from my old blog.
Amongst men, it is common to test one's mettle against that which would make all but those of the most profound intestinal fortitude recoil in disgust! For we, who would easily place our bodies in the most unpleasant of physical circumstances (be it in the name of sport or in the pursuit of those of the fairer sex); are often otherwise overwhelmed by circumstances that would place our person (or olfactory facilities) in contact with any of the multitudes of repulsive substances.
But lo, there comes a time when a man is forced to make a choice: Suffer the consequences of a quandary unsolved; or acquire the difficulty into his own realm of manipulation and, risking the often unbearable consequences, resolve the matter by his hand alone.
To choose the former is not folly and would not reduce his status, however; to chose the latter, the man may yet gain a far greater position of acclaim amongst his peers.
So it is with a great eruption of pride that I, the humble servant of the common good and devout protector of his household. Faced with a member of the canine persuasion who, through no fault of her own, was afflicted with an overabundance of scent marking fluids, bravely placed my glove'd hand about her reward orifice and, in order to relieve her suffering and mine own, squeezed and drained her anal-sacs.
