100%.

And here's how The shaft of your Penis, which is full of blood and guts, is connected to the rest of your body with skin and guts.

If that connection is loosened or severed, your Penis will drop off.

How can that connection?

Loosen if you spend the next 80 plus years gently tugging on your Penis, pulling it from your body, this will cause the skin to become more elastic.

If, at the same time you exposed the area where your shaft connects to your body, too harsh winds and cold, the skin connecting your shaft will begin to dry and flake.

If you do not moisturize that area, the flakes will start to peel off.

And if at that same time, you contract whooping cough and do not have access to modern medicine, the continual contractions from your abdomen will shake all the flaking skin off your shaft and cause your Penis to naturally pop off.

Let's say you never touch your Penis.

I hear you.

It's perfectly connected to the rest of your body.

Guess what?

Your Penis can still fall off.

Here's how.

If you happen to score tickets to the zoo and are given the privilege of entering the gorilla cage.

Perhaps you've befriended the zookeeper or have won a contest.

I don't know how you got there.

If on that day you wear loose fitting sweatpants that have gotten thin from years of where And the gorilla is a female who is in heat and sees the outline of your Penis from your very thin sweats, she could wrap her fingers and opposable thumb around the shaft of your Penis.

At which point a simple tug from the lady gorilla can pull your Penis clean off.

You're not a gorilla person, okay?

Yes, Yes, yes.

Okay.

Let's say we take the gorilla out of the equation and instead put you in the cage with the boat construct.

It wraps itself around the shaft of your Penis, cuts off the oxygen and blood flow.

Now you have to turn to get your Penis.

You have to have a doctor.

Cut it off.

Let's say you're never at the zoo, but instead are running through brush and run past an incredibly strong blade of grass.

It will slice your Penis right off.

Okay, I hear you.

How about this now there's no field.

You're in a concrete yard.

You join a game of jump rope.

You jump in just in time for the rope to wrap around your Penis.

The little girls playing freak out.

They dropped the rope, but at the same time, too ornery hawks scoop down.

Grab either end of the rope and pull.

Guess what?

Those hawks yank your Penis off.

How about there is no yard, no grass.

You're in a barren wasteland of sand and dust.

You decided to lie down, face towards the ground.

Unbeknownst to you, right under you is a tiny sinkhole, small, single diameter.

I don't know.

3.66 inches for flaccid Penis and 4.59 inches if sleep makes you hard.

Hey, it happens to some people, and that's fine.

Let's say you fall asleep and lay there for 36 hours.

That sinkhole will suck your Penis off those air.

Just five scenarios that are very likely.

So in conclusion, yes, your Penis can fall off.

Naturally.

It's just a matter of when and how.

I'm expert Natasha, and your worst fear has been confirmed.

You're welcome.

Okay?

Okay.

Can you get pregnant from sitting on your boyfriend's lap 100%.

And here's how you're sitting on your boyfriend's lap, face to face.

He's wearing jeans button fly.

The manufacturer of the genes made an error, but too much space in between the buttons.

This leaves a gap wide enough for the tip of the Penis to poke at its little head.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend is not wearing underwear.

Hockey practice.

He got to sweating.

The window in the living room is slightly ajar because it's springtime and a dandelion petals flies in.

Your boyfriend is allergic.

He sneezes 0.8% of men orgasm when they sneeze.

He's one of those men as he sneezes, his body contracts and pushes your crotch so it is directly above the hole where his Penis pokes out of his button fly.

Now, if you're a woman who has ever sat on a surface other than 100% cotton, the crotch of your pants is filled with microscopic holes.

If one of those pant holes lines up with the exposed tip of your boyfriend's Penis, no penetration necessary.

You're pregnant.

Let's say you're on your boyfriend's lap, but upside down your crotches all the way up by his face because you're showing him what you learned in yoga class.

Unbeknownst to you, he has Pyrenees disease, a disease that causes a man's Penis to curve over 60 degrees.

Such a drastic curve causes the sperm to shoot out of his button fly and all the way over your body until gravity forces the sperm back down to Earth, where it lands right in your vagina.

You're pregnant.

Let's say you're nowhere near your boyfriend's lap.

You're sitting across the room talking about something unsexy well, like magnets or roofers in your area.

But you live in a region of the country plagued by cold fronts and a low pressure system.

Outside your window, a southerly wind of 15 MPH changes to a south westerly winds of 50 MPH at 5000 ft altitude.

Now you've got a tornado right outside your window.

Both of you get sucked into the wind vortex in the eye of the tornado.

All of your clothes, a rip off and the wind sends your body onto his lap.

The pull of the vortex creates a suction around your boyfriend's Penis and sucks him right off to completion.

The semen is pulled out of his body and onto your lap.

Are you ready to be a mother?

Let's say there is no boyfriend.

You're in the ocean, swimming alone, but you get picked up by a riptide.

It drops you off on a deserted island.

You spent years surviving on Berries and wild game.

But one night, ah, pair of pants washes up on shore.

You haven't seen another humans closing years.

You don't know what to Dio, so you sit on them, you naked their pants.

Those pants were last worn by a man who threw them in the ocean after he dry humped to completion.

The saltwater has preserved the semen, and now you're pregnant with some other woman's boyfriend's baby.

It's a modern family.

In conclusion, you will get pregnant by sitting on your boyfriend's lap.

It's just a matter of when and how.

I'm Dr Natasha Vein blot, and your worst fear has been confirmed.

You're welcome.

Can you get herpes for Mattel?

100%?

And here's how her pieces of virus that causes sores on your genitals and mouth doctors say herpes can only be transmitted through skin to skin contact.

So technically, a towel can't transmit herpes unless it's got some skin on it.

Did you know that humans should a full layer of skin every two weeks?

Every 14 days, a human slips out of its skin coat.

And what do humans dry their wet, flaky skin on towels?

But how many of these herpes rich towels could there be in the world right now?

Let's crunch the numbers.

There's 7.6 billion people in the world.

50 to 80% of the world's population has herpes.

Each of those infected people has about three towels, one for face, one for body and one for.

But so that means there could be up to 18 billion towels in the world, all waiting to give you herpes.

Let's say you're visiting a friend and she's in the bathroom.

She's washing her face, drives her mouth sort with a towel.

She doesn't even know she has herpes.

90% of people don't know you go in there right after her.

You've been holding it in and really have to go number two.

Not a problem, except there's no more toilet paper she used the last bit.

You reach for the only thing left a freshly used towels.

White front.

What back?

Wipe out Game over.

You got herpes on Uranus.

Let's say you never use someone else's tell you always bring your own to the pool, the gym, the bris.

You're at the gym curling your big, strong, sexy biceps.

You turned to the mirror to get a good look at your delicious self.

At which moment?

Some other guy at the gym.

A real freak who gets off on going down on people with herpes, not sex shaming.

Just stating that that could be a fact accidentally switches his herpes covered towel with yours.

You realize your mistake on Lee.

After you've wiped your face, you dropped the towel brush to the bathroom.

Vigorously wash your face and dry it with a brand new towel.

Oh, it's the same towel.

You've got herpes twice.

Let's say you never reuse a towel.

Always open a fresh one wrapped in plastic, completely free of herpes.

But as you unwrap one of those towels, you hear some noise coming from the vent in your bathroom wall.

It's your neighbors.

They're fighting again.

This time because one of them didn't tell the other they had herpes.

The yelling is vicious name calling.

They bring up that stuff about how one of them had no friends at science camp.

Very painful memory shaped the course of their lives.

The spit from their lip flies through the air vent into yours and onto your fresh towel, just as you raise it to your lips.

Guess who just got herpes from a towel again, It's you.

Let's say there is no towel because you're covered in latex.

It's a boy in the bubble situation.

You did it.

There's no way you could get herpes.

You're thinking about this as you're walking through a beautiful garden right at the beginning of spring, the flowers are in bloom.

If Onley, you could feel the sunshine and your face just for a second.

You crawl out of the bubble, your ears filled with the music of the birds, your hair stroked by the summer breeze caught up in the moment, you bend down to pluck a tulip and trip on the couple having sex behind the bush on a towel.

They both have herpes, gave you to each other years ago.

It's a lousy, fair situation, and now they're towel is 50% cotton, 50% simplex to you.

Fall face first onto their cotton Petri dish.

You wrestle the towel trying to get back into your bubble, but you're only making it worse.

You crawl back in your bubble, ashamed.

No one's gonna want to touch you now that you've got the Guinness Book of World Records for most herpes.

Let's say you've abandoned society to live deep in the jungles of the Madagascar, but you're being chased by a lion.

You run for cover borough in a brush under a mound of leaves.

You find a Super Bowl.

37 Carolina Panthers towel.

How did that towel make it to Madagascar?

Well, every year before the Super Bowl, both teams make winning memorabilia T shirts, hats, towels.

The losing team sends the inventory to Africa.

Someone use that towel to dab the sweat off their herpes lip moments before they were mauled by a lion.

And now you just got herpes from a towel again.

You gotta stop getting herpes.

It's like your favorite thing to do is get herpes.

So, yes, you can get herpes from a towel or anything you ever touch in your life.

It's just a matter of when and how I'm Dr Natasha.

I live in this void and your worst fear has been confirmed does we'd make you smarter.

Ah, 100%.

And here's how.

The brain is a muscle.

It needs to be exercised, but it also needs time to chill the fuck out.

Ask any beefcake.

You don't do another leg day after leg day, you move on to next.

Squats.

Weed is your brain's rest day.

When smoking it, you send THC, tender love and Kush to your frontal cortex, giving your mind time to focus on things like the phrase quote.

Build a better mousetrap.

You think that's odd?

Why are we trying to trap the mouse when what we should be doing is trying to get the mouse out?

You build a prototype, a small, effective, nontoxic cannonball that can launch a mouse right out of your window.

Everyone loves it.

People are shocked.

No one has ever thought of this before.

You sell a million copies.

People license the idea.

Spend it off into a popular board game.

You're a billionaire.

You retire at 32 Bill Gates calls you, says he wants to speak to quote the smartest man in America.

Let's say you're already a genius.

You've got the MacArthur Grant.

You've been a MENSA member since age three, yet you decide to take a puff anyway.

All of a sudden you're highs and you walk out of your cramps, study and notice your wife for the first time.

She's as beautiful as the day you met her.