- Sun Apr 26, 2009 10:49 am
I had a snip job in '85, and never looked back. In at 9am on a Friday, and back home wearing a jock stuffed with a bag of frozen peas and my useless testicles by noon. Ate Percodan, Ampicillin, and watched flicks for two days. Then back to my desk on Monday, no worries. Been firin' blanks with wild abandon ever since.
But my friend Bob decided that the best regimen for him would be to climb into an inner tube and soak his balls in a duckshit infested pond, and wash down the Percodans with a lot of rum. His nuts turned purple and ballooned to the size of navel oranges. He was walking like Amos McCoy when he staggered back into the hospital for a week of bug fighting that damned near cost him his entire package.
Take Door # 1.
I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren't any rules, how could you break them?