The libido thing and the hose thing are held in check, typically, by the whole will thing. The only time I really have problems with the libido is when I mix alcohol and a certain person, that usually goes bad, but usually I stick to my high moral road and am okay. My fiscal sense keeps the inane desires for garden hose attachments in check barely.
For instance; I was at Costco today picking up some things (bread (white), Kleenex (see libido), and roasted garlic french bread (yumm.....)) and I saw this most wonderful collection of garden hose attachment. Simply wonderful! If I were female, I would have been instantly wet, but instead I just sorta had a semi. (not really, but I was quite excited). Just think... I could use these cool gun like attachments to spray up to 18 different streams of water! They looked like alien guns, they were soooo cool!
Of course, I was ignoring the little, yet important, fact that I never use the garden hose... ever. And the reason I never use the garden hose is because I have nothing I particularly would like to get wet with one of the many amazing streams capable with a glorious set of garden hose attachments such as the one I was admiring (In my excitement, my typical love and adherence to the more basic grammatical rules are tossed absentmindedly to the side).
I shall not restrain a sigh. *sigh*
Okay I am now exactly 19 minutes late for picking Geoff up from the brake shop. Hey, when inspiration calls.....
Your finger, you fool(!),
-G