Welcome back to another episode of Sunsets and Lovers.
I'm your host, Sabrina Clearwater.
I started this show five years ago after meeting my now live -in lover, Juan Chiche.
He was a Mexican rug maker, and when I met him, I had been climbing a mountain, and on
that climb, I had lost part of my finger.
It was very painful, but Juan continued to say,
Climb forward, young Funyun.
Don't let the pain deter you from reaching the destiny that is my loins.
And so I went forward, and we made love for 86 hours atop that snowy mountainside in the Himalayas.
Now, on my show, I take a number of calls from people, those who are either experiencing
love or are reeling from heartbreak, and I think that we should go forward and take our
first call.
Everyone, Ronnie.
Yo, yo, doctor, doctor, wait, hold up, hold up.
Kill that music real quick.
Kill that music.
Hold up.
Doctor, my dick hurts so bad, I think I sat on it wrong last night.
I was doing some Pilates, and I think I sat on my dick wrong and shit.
That shit hurts so bad.
This morning, I woke up, I was in my bed with my shoes on.
My shoes on was still on, and I was like, my dick hurt, though.
I don't know why my dick hurts so bad.
I never had this hurt so much.
I was at the carnival two days ago.
I was at the carnival two days ago.
I was on the ride, I was going up and down, but my dick didn't hurt that day.
That shit hurt right now, though.
I'm trying to go out, I'm trying to go to the club, but my dick hurts so bad, I could
only hop on one foot with my other foot behind my head, and I could hop a little.
I can't walk like no normal person, so I'm on the street, and everyone like, look at
that.
Why his dick hurts so bad?
I can't even sit here, watch Bones.
I can't even watch Bones right now because my dick hurts so bad.
I don't know what that was.
I think Ronnie might have had the wrong number there, but you know what?
We can look back at that call as maybe his dick as a metaphor for his heart, and how
Let's take one more call.
This is Carla from Portland, Oregon.
Carla from Portland, Oregon.
Nah, nah.
This ain't Carla, though.
This is Ronnie again, because listen, I don't know why y 'all hanging up, because in second
grade, I had two gerbils.
One was named Fufu, and the other one was named Joe, and they both died at the same
time, and I felt so much pain at that time.
Now, only that pain can be parallel with the way that my dick hurt right now.
Basically, if my dick was a volcano, and pain was the lava inside that volcano, basically,
my dick is basically pretty much swimming in that lava.
This is Pompeii.
In my pants, it's Pompeii.
I'm going to tell you the truth, because when I go to American Eagle, I feel like sometimes
that make my dick hurt more in a mental way, but I'm saying right now that my dick hurts
so bad, and I'm trying to just go down the street.
I'm trying to go to Dunkin' Donuts, get me some of them hash brown, some of them circular
hash brown with some coconut iced coffee, so I can start my day.
I don't know if I told you, but I'm writing this book on ... It's like a romance book.
It's kind of like Don Quixote, but more of a vampire horror fiction.
I'm trying to write that book.
I'm trying to go to Starbucks, drink my Dunkin' Donuts in Starbucks, but my dick hurts so
bad, I can't even walk to the store right now.
I'm talking like I can't even go to Red Lobster and have me no Clams Casino, because my dick
is like the Clams Casino of my nipples.
Does that make any sense?
I can't even watch Bones.
I'm just trying to watch some Bones, and my dick hurts so bad, I can't even watch no Bones.
