Dudes — we get it. Sometimes you just can’t control when you pop a raging, out of control boner. I mean, I attended middle school. I know the woes of a 12 year old boy walking between classes, sitting at a desk and having to get up, eating lunch. Actually — middle school boys basically have a boner ALL OF THE TIME. But hey, it’s just puberty.
What I can’t understand is how the tent starts sailing at your grandmother’s funeral. Or when you’re consoling your girlfriend when she’s crying on your shoulder. Or worse, when your wife is giving birth. Some fetishes I will just never get, but you do you, bro!
Boners are a wonderful and wacky and annoying thing (in the wrong moment). I love a good hard boner as much as the next boner lover, but could y’all please try to contain your wood when standing on a crowded train. Love, every person on every train ever.
