Death Of a Boner and Parched Kitties

It's all one big conspiracy, I tell you. There are 9 billion of us; what are a few blue balls and parched kitties compared to that?

Well, it might not be so important at this very moment since we have toys to play with and, ahem, medicine. Anyway...

The real stuff is always better, is it not? If we continue like this for the next, say, hundred years, we'll certainly go batshit crazy at some point.

You can only take so much plastic into your inner sanctum.

We'd start killing for it, for just one flesh-on-flesh contact; for that connection our bodies make as they rub together.

Friction is more addictive than any drug.

And besides, too much chemical exposure can't be good for the body! Moderation is the best option.

This might not be what you asked for, but it's the best I could come up with.

A bit of humor never killed anybody.

On the other hand—no pun intended—blue balls might.