Lexapro has meant my dick has been out of commission for a while. Two months ago, I was the horniest motherfucker on the planet with the hottest wife to boot. All of the sudden, diagnosed with PTSD, Lexapro comes into play, Jr starts hibernating like a fucking pussy ass bear. So tonight, take her out for a nice dinner, someone decides to start working again when we get some, and naturally magic begins to happen. That is, until her fucking knee met my fucking face, resulting in blood stains on our bed sheets and what feels like a thoroughly broken nose. I am now drinking Jack Daniels straight from the bottle and hoping it feels better in the morning. It's not crooked like the last time I broke it, but the pain is on par and I'm breathing all weird out of my left nostril. And yes, I did fucking finish. Fight through the pain mother fucker. FIGHT THROUGH THE PAIN!