I remember something a few years back about testosterone patches, and thought I’d give them a go. The only issue was i had no testosterone (other than the masses coursing my manly veins) and no patches.
So i tried the next best thing, and smeared a home made concoction of man fat and Brut 33 on an elastoplast and affixed that to the underside of my scrotum.
It worked, sort of. The sweat ran down my barse carrying the synthetic testosterone onto my ringpiece, causing a smarting sensation that i would definitely describe as ‘performance enhancing’ In fact, the astringency of the neat alcohol plus salt solution was such that in no time my outlet valve was the proverbial japanese flag.
That wasn’t the only mistake though. Presenting at the local a&e with a red raw orifice covered in flakey gentleman’s relish and claiming it was a performance enhancing experiment caused more than the odd raised eyebrow. Although a nice orderly did give me his phone number.