What we had left of libido

chronic

No Froome, no Geraint Thomas, no chicks. And we would like me to watch the Tour de France! They would like to disgust us with sport that they would not do otherwise. Ultimately, I can do without Froome and Thomas, but not chicks. I am at an age where libido failures are mixed with prostate worries (unless it’s the other way around). I have the age below the belt.

I understand for Froome and Thomas, they are out of shape. But the misses of the podium, it was quite the opposite.

Finally, well, we have to make ourselves a reason: we will no longer see these curvilinear beings curl up against the champion to deposit a scarlet kiss on this cheek with the scent of Isostar. It was the hero’s reward, the equivalent of the thousand virgins promised to the martyr, the delights of Capua after the pangs of the Planche des Belles Filles, it was an advance on the warrior’s rest. It’s finish. We need to repackage the little testosterone that no

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