Churning thoughts about the Malthusian drill in Brave New World. Turns out Tom Malthus was as enigmatic about fertility as Paul Ehrlich was: Don't be makin' new babies, hear me? Here's my version: Don't be drainin' your grapes willy-nilly. The point is when you 'jac with septuagenarian plumbing, you are creating a deficit that only you can reverse. That old bromide that "don't cum the night before the big fight" or the big game is true. Vidi vici veni is the better sequence. Oh sure, the toe curling is tough to defer but honestly, more comes out than bodily fluid than we are taught to believe. The joke about the kid's dad telling him the message about not 'bating so much is "Save it 'til you're married" and the kid fills a mayonnaise jar with his seed is exemplary. Salute the flag but by all means, man, hold the juice for reasons more obtuse than "it feels too good".

The bod seems to be saying "every third day" on the gazelle, cardioglide and ab-lounger. I'm listening