CRACK ATTACK!

You are a very brave man, and we salute you.

The next hour is a whirlwind of debauchery and sin, offset by a little pain and even some projectile vomiting. It's funny, being with two women at the same time has always been one of your biggest fantasies. But when it's all said and done, you're left with a void in your soul - and, go figure, a nasty rash on your scrotum.

Disregarding your need for crack, you head on down to the free clinic and are diagnosed with virtually every STD they have names for, plus several as of yet undiscovered varieties that you have been given the opportunity to name. They also inform you that you have grown a third testicle, which you've also been given the opportunity to name. You're offered a deal you can't refuse at this point - several big-wigs in some fancy Jewish hospital want you to be their guinea-pig. Not only might you find a cure for your poor ball sack, you'll get paid!!!! AND THAT MEANS YOU CAN BUY ALL THE CRACK YOU WANT!!!!!!!

You live happily ever after, even though your rash never clears up and eventually your scrotum swells up to the size of a watermelon. Don't you just love happy endings?
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