At families' insistence, I got my first on January 1, 2008 at age 55. Also have a very good friend who's had a couple; with his assurances I forged ahead with confidence. Puts a peculiar perspective on the New Year.
You guys are all correct - the actual up-periscope was a non-event...but the prep. Ughff...the prep. Drinking that offal was the pits; the last 16 ounces (of 128) were sent down the sink's drain rather than mine as I just was at the limit with it.
But Pat has a point. There's nothing so over-rated as a good piece of a$$, and nuthin so under-rated as a good sh*t. And this procedure treats you to a huge number of them
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