My $16k Penile Implant Changed My Life

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Despite a history that could testify to the contrary, I remain averse to risks, am someone who’s been nurtured into imagining danger in almost any circumstance. Charge it to the number of times in my youth I felt imperiled by gunplay, to the few but unforgettable times someone thrust a pistol into me and spit a threat, to the peers who were murdered or did the murdering before they reached the age you are now. For decades, I’ve believed myself near the limit of dodging danger, that the next thing could be the thing that wreaks the gravest harm. It gives me comfort to know that you are entering the working world braver than I have ever been. [Read the Full Story]( [The 12 Best Canned Cocktails]( The 12 Best Canned Cocktails Blasphemy, I thought. There it was, a prepackaged mojito in a grocery store. This was about a decade ago. Still, I was curious to try it, because a canned cocktail that was actually good? That could be a gateway to converting pedestrian drinkers into cocktail nerds. 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