After an exhaustive search for a qualified medical professional (actually I just polled friends on Facebook)......("polled friends" sounds dirty, I meant I questioned them)
I have finally scheduled my appt for a Vasectomy! (pictures to follow)
Happy Anniversary Wifey!
I saw this online today...
That's right Ladies!
You no longer have to suffer penis envy!
You TOO can write your name in the snow!
Just buy this convenient snatch FUNNEL for your urinary pleasure!
Found this awesome story on Yahoo Odd News:
LONDON (Reuters) – A British man on the run from police sent a picture of himself to his local paper because he disliked the mugshot they had printed of him as part of a public appeal to track him down.
South Wales Police had issued media with the photo of Matthew Maynard, wanted by officers investigating a house burglary, as part of a crackdown on crime in Swansea.
When it appeared in the South Wales Evening Post, the 23-year-old sent the newspaper a replacement photo of himself standing in front of a police van. They obligingly printed it on the front page.
The police thanked him for helping them in their appeal, saying: "Everyone in Swansea will know what he looks like now."
Is this Future Darwin Award Nominee vain or just being overly helpful?
The more I read that story, the more I laughed.
Then I cried a little, because of what it says about our society.
Then, I mostly laughed again.
Just another fine example of the things I find amusing, and others don't.
The Wifey and I were scheduled to meet with our marriage counselor last night. (No, we aren't having "trouble". He started as my counselor cause I'm crazy but then decided I should start bringing the wife because he wanted a second opinion of my wackiness and wanted to see what a woman who would put up with me would actually look like.) (Plus, good relationships take work and threats of violence which my wife is very good at.)
We were supposed to go together, but we couldn't get a babysitter for the inmates, and my wife wanted to cancel because if we no show they charge $50 which is a lot of cheese and bread and the inmates would then starve.
I was feeling a little blue, aka depressed.
Not little AND blue, like a smurf.
So, I told the wife, I would just go alone, if she so granted permission.
When our counselor came to get us/me from the waiting room, he said, "Just you? Where's Liz?"
I said, " She left me! It's over dude!"
I thought it was funny.
Turns out I was the only one.
His reaction was more fear, panic, failure, and disbelief.
He eventually laughed, but only after correctly diagnosing my assholiness.