It’s t-minus 4 days until my fecundity modification procedure and I think I might puke. Not then, now. I really hate it when people whine, but I am going to make an exception for me and my bits. I really like my bits.
You would think that all that bike riding would make me infertile. That’s the stereotype I hear anyway. And I have to admit that I have referred to my bike seat as a rolling vasectomy in the past.
Look, I started a sentence with ‘and’ – waiting for the lightning bolt.
Right, anyway, impending pain. Not good. No bike till me bits feel better. Nothing good can come of that.
At least the Steelers won. That’s always good.
I think I will go chew my nails.
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