Assisted death defying

I had to strap my knee before I left for death defying, my in-the-community-outing I am engaged in and with all the enthusiasm of a newly woken Springtime mole. Only I couldn't work out how to actually strap my knee. Naturally I googled. I googled and I found a website. I starting reading the website. Then I saw the sponsored link.

Yes, it was a link to a website offering a medical solution to premature ejaculation .

But how do they know that men on the hunt for bandaging-a-knee-knowledge are likewise in the market for the skinny on wang droop? Is there some sort of algorithm that detects that knees means wangs?

Oh, Internet, thou art so perceptive. Wait ... er, um ... no you're not!

Anyway, RE: the knee. I gave up and waited for theWife to come home and do it. And she did! She's a good egg. And not once did she ask about any kind of ejaculate; early or otherwise.

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UPDATE: I outed my blog to a couple of the death defying lads, mainly as a way to explain I don't do the facebook. Anyway on the most recent session there was a game played in the break where the coordinator and another member played a psychic game and we had to guess how the coordinator was giving the "psychic" clues as to the identity of the object the psychic was detecting, e.g. a chair, or someone's shoe. We couldn't work out how they did it. They said they'd tell us if we guessed right as to how they did it. We did not guess right and they did not tell us. Furthermore they then noted we'd given them lots of other ways to now do it and ha, ha. Foiled!