Thursday, 6 March 2008

Fagra or Viagra?

A tale of sex and drugs with a bit of rockin' and rollin'

Shagged the bird.
Fancied a mutually shared fag.
However, as he was in the process of trying to give up the weed, he thought to take one of the anti-smoking tablets the Doctor had given him.

No sooner said than done and then that sensation in the groin told them it was time for further action.
Using a Polish idiom, his dick was like a rivet from the Forth Rail Bridge.

Another ride, another anti-smoke tablet.

Another ride, another anti-smoke tablet.

Ad infinitum and ad nauseum as they both found out.

Oxygen cylinders and adrenaline were the order of the day

And here is why.

That was my day, how was yours?


szwagier said...

Sounds like a reasonable way of quitting the weed to me. Bump and grind sounds so much more attractive than gasp and cough.

Merkin said...

The point of the story, for me, is that no-one complained about being given the wrong scripts.

PS in Wroclaw, the idiom refers to Grunwaldski Bridge - one of my favourite bridges.

zola a social thing said...

Pray what would happen if I indulged in an anti-shagging pill?
Would in involve a free trip to China or....

Pixie said...

pity the poor guys waitng for the viagra to kick in!!

Merkin said...

No Pixie, pity the poor woman!

zola a social thing said...

Pity the bloody cat if my next post of viagra fails to materialise.
BTW : I have sent a parcel of goodies for you Merky.
Hope it makes you perky so you can write another damned blog before the next moon.
Lazy bastard!!!!