Morning Glory

My first efforts are never the best, whether we are referring to the finer arts of sexual intercourse, or the making of a perfect piece of toast. The toaster, like my dear wife, needs a little time and encouragement to wake up and get going. Women and machines are like that, I guess.

They don’t wake up with a morning glory, an urge to pee, and a craving for coffee: in that order.

Men, on the other hand, were born to leap naked from the bed, howl at the moon, and then go off and chase down some unsuspecting wildebeest.

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