That's a question I often ask myself right before I'm about to jettison a load of rocket fuel on the lovely Miss J's anal tarmac. Might be something to ask yourself, too, because, chances are, if you have the above condition, you might win a national championship for spelling it, but be able do little else when it comes time to actual countdown in your own NASA bedroom program.
It's all about sperm and testosterone, you see. And we could go on about intricate studies in lab rats, but it comes down, simply, to just a big brown pill called Tribestan. Take it as prescribed for 60 days, and while you might not be the total package like the guy on the label, you'll be packing a lift-off that puts the rocket in Event Horizon to shame.