Lies, damned lies, and statistics. The apparent number of the dissatisfied prophylatised afflicted by either of those first two classes of fibbery is revealed by the existence and then the popularity of this thread.

The third, though, is a charm. While statistics are wickedly misleading to dataphobes and the ildatumurate, primary data probabilities don't lie, only support or not an hypothesis. We have one begging postulation. To wit:

"Whores spread pussy pestilence and dick death, and smells, from their jism jugs, and all aimed at me".

To test this hypothesis, it leaves only the primary probabilities to source, sum and sigma, and Robert will be your mother's brother.

Only then should you consider theorising publicly upon the risks of rooting raw under the providence of aeons of natural selection versus the proportional benefits or otherwise of moment-throttling, stiffy-flopping, artificially mitigative interventions.

As every poor ghost accommodating Asian lady always says, "Up to you".

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