Thursday, June 21, 2012

I'm on about my third straight week of solid Mondays at work...

...and Wednesday I felt like complaining for a minute, and then I remembered to be grateful that I don't have a 100 pound scrotum.  Come to that, I'm glad not have a scrotum at all, what with me being a girl and all, but, still, SHEESH!



Now THAT would put a hitch in your git-along.

Suddenly, that crap that was bugging me seems a tiny bit less severe!

2 comments:

DirtCrashr said...

That's more than big brass ones.

TOTWTYTR said...

My thought is that you don't have ANY scrotum. Unless you are the worlds most talented and lovely transvestite.

Which I doubt.