Yeh.
A few years back it happened to me. The involuntariness and all. At first I was taken aback, then abrasion presented. My thoughts went to umbrage. Soon I felt the need to call in an authority. I would've had to hang up the line to make the call, but I was still gathering evidence. After all was done the party at the other end issued a disclaimer rendering me defenseless. My need, urge, desire to forge onward to oblivion overwhelmed and I went back to sleep

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I like; a) taint brushing: b) a good cigar: c) our juices together; d) champagne: e) protein squirts; f)more of these; g)much more of these; h) Damn, slide that thing into me. Deep!
Adage: 2 things are certain in life; Death & Taxes. Therefore; God & Beelzebub had a meeting to fix the problem. A mighty storm prevailed for ages until finally they ended the storm with the agreement: From now on Anyone whom chooses doesn't have to die. "Everyone wins said Beelzebub. You get an eternally grateful bunch of worshippers praying forever for lower taxes as I goad & prod them forever with higher & higher taxation."