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!


NotClauswitz 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.