Ah, yes, whiskey dick. That often talked about, frequently chastised, sexually inconvenient condition that so many of us have fallen prey to after a long night of binge drinking at the Ruby Room (or whatever your local last call haunt is), and then stumbling home with whatever last call scraps looked fuckable enough for the night. It’s an embarrassing thing, really, one that is the starting point of so much shit talking. It’s inconvenient and it’s frustrating, and so many boys out there have been had their reputations ruined because of it.
But I’m not here to talk about whiskey …