I’ve spent 1/2 of the past 24 hrs at a hospital.
You see, I have a condition. Some might call it mental, probably because on those “about me” things that were all the rage in 3rd grade, I listed “sex with naked cucumbers” in the what do i want to do when I grow up. I knew that was bad when I became really popular with this geeky kid in the back for a few weeks. Or, perhaps it was what I put on the area of “occupation” when I applied for my refinance: “Website admin for adultactorswithdwarfgenitalenvy.org”. Even the well endowed (or used) have issues. I’m just here to help. I really think that’s they know that I have complete conversations with myself – with motions and anything (being that website admin DOES have it’s privledges). Regardless, we’re here and he won’t stay on his own side.
“Cucumber fag.”
“Midget pecker.”
It’s a game we… er… play.
As luck would have it, I convinced my wife that she need to be in with me. Now, other than the 3 kids and the clobbering of a kidney stone by a machine yelling at it at a frequency only stones and snails can hear, she’s not a frequent stayer at the Sickly Kingdom. Well, not to be outdone, she had a line put in from the local benzene refinery in her office and BOOM!, she’s got pneumatic infection of that-which-trades-oh-two-in-her-chest. Or something like that. (I just like talking about her chest. Online. And she’s not even a dwarf.)
so, here we are, just sitting around. I’m going home to go grab the 360 in a bit – monitor and all. Yeah, I’m a geek.. no matter what dwarf-flapper says.