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The moment of orgasm gives me ultimate clairty. Its like a hyper-fast acid trip followed by the most sane millisecond Ive ever experienced. What this boils down to is that on days when Im not sure what I should do, I go have an orgasm. It's kind of like meditation, only there's cleanup involved.

Sex, masturbation, whatever. It all works. As soon as Im in that moment of pure bliss, my brain figures out exactly what I should do next and flashes it before my eyes. Ill start cumming, be surfing that wave of pleasure like a fucking tanned Hawaiian when all of a sudden "Skyrim, Weed & Pizza will just appear there, right between her tits.

Her beautiful, cum-soaked tits.

I've been doing this interesting little "decision making exercise" for YEARS now and have often wondered if I could use this skill in practical situations. Some of those college finals were hard, you know... I could've used the help.

"Fuck, was it DNA or RNA? I better go to the bathroom..."

How about at work? What if I had become a cop? A highly-respected bomb expert cop who's so calm he smokes a cigar while diffusing dangerous bombs as everyone runs out of the room screaming. What if I came across that one real bitch of a bomb that I just couldn't figure out? Some arch-enemy set this elaborate bomb in a school that only I can diffuse and the clock is ticking...

"Shit, is it the red wire or the blue wire? I can't fucking remember...CLEAR THE ROOM!"

So I decide to jerk off over this ticking timebomb... it's probably the only time in history someone busted a nut to save a bunch of schoolkids and teachers.

Hey, we can't let the terrorists win.

Happy Valentines Day!