I always get ridiculous wood -- I'm talking like rock hard cock -- in the middle of conference meetings, regardless of who is in the room (and virtually no one is attractive and virtually everyone is 20+ years older than me). I'm not sure if it's the tight dress pants, or the seats, or something in the air or what.
This must be why professional executives keep secretaries around.

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Pour the wine, hold the grind, quarter to nine, let's go.