The male enhancement industry is one that just seems to keep growing and growing. I really didn't intend for that to be a pun and now that I see what I did there, I feel horrified, ashamed, and disgusted with myself. Let's pretend that didn't happen.

The male enhancement industry is one that seems to show no signs of slowing down. You can't watch a football game without seeing at least three different advertisements involving a middle-aged couple sitting in dual bathtubs in a rustic house overlooking a beautiful landscape. Logistically, it's a nightmare. Why would you need two tubs in the same room? How often are you using them for romantic evenings? Like 2, 3 times a year, tops, right? Where's the shower curtain? That old hardwood isn't treated for a repeated deluge of your weird bathing habits splashing water all about.

Don't even get me started on the commercials for the phallic pills that say things like "You never know when the mood is going to strike," and then show that same middle-aged couple doing laundry or grocery shopping. Look, if buying Froot Loo--excuse me, "multi-colored fruit ring cereal"--in bulk at the Costco gets you going, well, good for you. But wait until you're back in the minivan to pop the pill. There are children in that cereal aisle.

What were we talking about? Oh, so yeah. People are really interested in growing/changing/developing/enhancing the physical properties of their junk. And that doesn't stop in prison. Check out this story of a man so motivated that he actually has to take a--well, just check it out.