Afraid so. Nothing to do with diabetes. Apparently your bladder gets less elastic as you age, and doesn’t empty properly. I fucking hate it. Can’t have a bowl of cereal for late snack if I want an unbroken sleep.
I have an NCT alert…Can someone find the thread and hit her a Bump.
Dousing your tool in hot water over the sink will completely relax the bladder and empty it properly.
Could I ask you to clarify. How hot exactly?
In any case, I think you want your bladder to contract, not relax.
I would say as hot as you’re able to bear, but obviously being careful to not go too high. A mixer tap is ideal as you can build up to the correct temperature, which you’ll know yourself.
Thanks, but if the wife catches me with the knob under the hot water tap in the sink, ill not be allowed in the bed in any case.
Contract or relax, no matter, it should empty the last bit in a way that can be difficult to achieve when urinating normally.
She should be happy to, i) because John Thomas will be cleaner and ii) the hot water promotes blood flow in vital areas, increasing the chances of an enjoyable night for her, and a better nights sleep for both of you.
Fuck me…She’s fucked off to Carrigaline to see her sister/with her sister…All is good except the list of things to do. Paint ceiling in living room and around the hall? area. I grunted -Hmff- at this but realised it was a must-do…
I hauled in ground coverage (plastic) nefariously annexed from elsewhere, left it on the kitchen floor and succumed to drink with a neighbour…
We have 3 dogs, a Labrador who’s a simpleton, Border Collie who can’t be assed and an “House-Dog” a bastard of a Yorkie with a viscous mentality.
The fucking Yorkie has torn the plastic coverning to shreds. The kitchen looks …the bastard.
Playing a soccer match at Fenway Park. One of the most visually annoying spectacles I have ever witnessed
The “smoking room” at Abu Dhabi airport. Bloody hell. It would put you off the things for life.
Her idea of an enjoyable night after ten years of marriage is a cup of fruit tea and a book. She would view the whole affair as the sink getting dirty rather than my knob getting clean, but ill tell her what you said and report back.
Use it as a plunger
There is some sort of a trapdoor contraption down there.
Are we still talking about your wife?
27 degrees outside. Had a lovely morning reading cycle of lies out on the pavement andshooting the breeze with a kk man. Head feels in full holiday mode. I have to go to fucking work this afternoon, this evening, tomorrow morning, and be on the ferry by five via the in laws. o_O
My potatoes got blight. Fucking terrible. A yellowing mess of leaves.