Suffering From Success: The Curse of the Tripod
You found a genie. You had one wish. You, being a lonely virgin, panicked and shouted, "I want to be the most gifted man on earth!" The genie smiled. The genie snapped his fingers. The genie ruined your life. Now, you are packing heat. Too much heat. Industrial-grade heat. You are walking around with a biological weapon of mass destruction in your pants. Dating is a minefield. Intimacy is a logistical impossibility. Buying jeans requires a custom tailor and a zoning permit. Your goal is simple: Lose your virginity. The obstacle: Physics. š The Blessing: You are legendary. š The Curse: You are terrifying. š The Goal: Find a partner brave enough (or spacious enough) to handle the heavy artillery.
