Epidemiology
I had the day off from work today. It was a beautiful day, sunny and in the sixties. I was not able to enjoy it. I have discovered a new malady, whose physical symtoms present and uncanny resemblence to having ingested a few ounces of molten lead and and being repeatedly punched in the nuts by Mike Tyson over a period of hours. Not to venture too far into the realm of oversharing, there was blood where there is not supposed to be blood. I feel mildy better now, as witness my ability to sit at a computer for long enough to type this.
I shall name this disease Dick Cheney Syndrome, because Dick Cheney's thumb-fingered gun handling and media reticence is all the pinheaded lackwits on the news were talking about whilst I lay curled in a fetal position praying that God would tell Mike Tyson to cut it out with the nutpunching, already.
I would have named it Senator Reid Syndrome, because he pissed me off with some sadly typical asinine remarks. But no one will ever say, "Sen. Reid never goes hunting. He goes killing."
on
| § 5
§ 5 Comments
[ You're too late, comments are closed ]
So much for the Ronco Auto
So much for the Ronco Auto-Vasectomizer. $19.95 just don't buy what it used to.
Epididymitis.
Epididymitis.
Emergency doctor call. Now. You can lose a nut.
Antibiotics are indicated. NOW.
In the words of the old guy
In the words of the old guy in Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail, "I feel better. I think I'll go for a walk."
This may be wishful thinking on my part, and maybe I have the 24 hour Ebola. But for now, at least I feel better.
And thanks, Johno, for calling and encouraging me to go to the doctor.
Sen. Reid never goes hunting.
Sen. Reid never goes hunting. He goes annoying.
Sorry to hear about that.
Sorry to hear about that. Hope you feel better soon!
Last time I felt like Mike Tyson was hitting me below the belt, I switched from briefs to boxers and the problems went away.
I agree, you should probably see a doctor. Although thankfully our most important organs are redundant.