I'm on Tramadol for back pain right now and they don't list it on the side effects but I totally can't pee. Gonna have to get the wife to help me experiment on what effect it has with sex.
My hiccup cure: lemon wedges coated with sugar. Also, this helped me kick oxycontin. I kid about the second, but it totally helps with hiccups.
Lexipro, which I figure was named for it's being used for depressed lawyers, was for me the anti-viagra. In fact, I remember a definite physical numbness, like after riding with a bike seat tipped up too high.
like after riding with a bike seat tipped up too high
...says the fellow named Tingley.
I wonder if Mr. Tingley is a junior. If he is, we can refer to him as John's son Tingley.
Nice thing about having a silly name is that you don't need a pseudonym. Also, you can actually ask someone else about their silly name disarmingly, by volunteering your own.
If he is, we can refer to him as John's son Tingley.
...Groan...
And because, in English, every monosylabic male name is also a term for, well it's a euphemism. May as well be John, huh?
That's it washerdreyer, excellent use of quoting instead of pointers in 8.
D'oh!
Also, akin to FL's cure, drinking a drop of vinegar really works too, in case no lemons are handy.
Hey! My monosyllabic male name isn't a euphemism!
11 -- ???
... I guess it's a regional thing...
I think 11 is an instance of wit, whose humor lies in the suppressed contrast between Matt's given name and his surname. 12 and 13 are funny, too, but might also serve to cast doubt on their authors' having fully appreciated 11.
Indeed. Only one of my names is monosyllabic.
Bridgeplate, always sticking up for the little guy.
"And that the big problem for guys is that they can't pee?"
That's interesting because one (of a large number) of images that served to remove any of the glamour of heroin use is the tale of Charlie Parker in the telephone booth, in his stage suit, helplessly and copiously pissing himself.
8: Young washerdreyer, I may have forgotten to mention that now that I am co-blogger, there's a new rule: all my jokes are funny by fiat!
Since we now seem to have a surfeit of hiccup cures, perhaps we should focus the considerable brainpower and ingenuity of the Unfogged community on finding a way to help those poor male junkies pee.
Punch them, hard, in the bladder.
Go out driving, make them where seatbelts, then hit the brakes, hard. (My wife simply adores when I do this to her!)