It sounds odd I know but it's been some years since a man, hirsute or otherwise, played with my genitalia. The last time I can recall it was the name of drunken tom foolery but this time was in the name of medicine.
He informed me that my, "tackle" all seemed to be functional so I'd better head off to Melbourne, spoof into a jar and let them decide why I seem to be incapable of fertitlising my woman's eggs (or whatever they are).
He did ask me if I was having vaginal intercourse which made me wonder how many people he asks who reply, " Why no, good doctor, if I'd known that was a prerequisite for impregantion I'd have desisted from taking her up the poop shoot".
At least he said he was a doctor.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
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- beefandcheese
- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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Just came across your site, and chuckled.
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