How was it for you?

This morning I had to ejaculate into another jar which was pretty good. I had a private room, choice of a bed or a be-sheeted chair, lights down low and a selection of gentleman's magazines to peruse.

 

Bronzed and shiny ladies parting their rubbery looking labia don't really do it for me but I had a quick look none the less. Gift horse. Mouth. And I nearly came a cropper when I came face to face with an article about the last Labour loser, Mark Latham. Please feel free to make youw own comic interjection at this point, I'm trying to steer clear of foul and abusive language on this blog but the Latham/labia link is leaving me sorely tempted.

 

Anyway, yes it was good for me, thanks for asking. Since then my partner in this adventure has had several additional holes made in her lower body and is recovering from a general anaesthetic. I would like to provide more detail about the operation to remove her eggs, introduce them to my recently spun sperm and reimsert them into her fallopian tubes but I regret that I may get it all wrong and reveal myself to be somewhet lacking in the knowledge required of one half of an infertile couple.

 

To be classified as infertile you need to have not conceieved after one year of unprotected sex. I don't know why that struck me as interesting but it did. So I include it for want of anything more interesting in its stead.

 

While she's been flat on her back enjoying a jolly good rest I've been to check us in to our new hotel. Last night we stayed in Formulae 1 which is classified as a budget hotel and while clean and centrally located and replete with drunken backpackers trying to get into one another's rooms at 4.00 in the morning it lacks a rooftop swimming pool and other amenities recommended for a person recovering from surgery (not to mention a person recovering from masturbating and then dragging bags across a busy and hot city). Therefore our bags are now in the Hotel Grand Chancellor which is not great but is better. I can enjoy swimming in the pool while my post operative partner can look at it and marvel at how the smell of curry can reach an area located 17 floors above the city. No swimming or alcohol for 24 hours after surgery.