I made the mistake of touching myself after cutting a bunch of chilis.
I do this fairly often, as I like chilis, and usually it's kinda a nice albeit hot pain. But this is different. It's like my penis is trapped in a blender with blades made of fire.
None of this would happen if antidepressants did what they claimed to do and decreased my excessive libido, which should its self also be reduced through depression.
Life is unfair.
We don't even have any yoghurt.