Humpin around in the desert looking for that lone sexy cacti in heat can be tiring.
God dammit all to hell if it takes any longer than 4 hours and more than 5 kinds of controlled substances inserted rectally to call my prostate from exploding like a hand grenade less than 6" from both my colon and my ballsack.
Im content tho.
As sure as there is radioactive atomic bats that eat the brains of indigenous zonies...I shall survive this.