A feared and dreadful disease, also known as onewenis.
Very often, a seemingly mild case of onegina can develop into a more chronic, and sometimes even lifetime condition. The only cure for that strain of onegina is death - yours or hers. Do you want to live with a debilitating illness???
God no!
Better to be single and go around fucking all the randoms you secretly wish you were fucking, and not allow this sneaky opportunistic illness take hold and ruin your life.
Unfortunately there is no way to
vaccinate for onegina at the moment, although many of the world's greatest thinkers and
visionaries are working on the problem as we speak - their greatest efforts so far concentrated on fizzy sweet alcohol drinks like Bacardi
Breezers, otherwise known as "Leg-Openers", and guaranteed to put an illicit sexual event with a questionable whore on your calendar.
All I can say in warning, is be ever vigilant to the symptoms of onegina, which are enumerated as follows:
1. An amazingly huge amount of
softcock thoughts and deeds
2. A constant look of contempt on your friends' faces when they talk to you
3. An appreciation for gay shit like "going out for dinner" or "taking in a movie" or at its worst, "a
quiet one at home with the missus"
4. A general unwillingness to be awesome
By the time you get to the crucial endstages of onegina and manifest symptoms like "Going shopping with the missus
for shoes" its probably too late - and the only way out is as quick and
painless a suicide as possible.
Will Tom be coming out to
get smashed tonight? no he won't. He's got onegina the
poor cunt, and his days are numbered and his
freedom ended.