i was looking at a doctor’s dictation tonight that was possibly supposed to read “fracture, second opinion.” instead, it was “fractured second opinion.” i think i like it better that way.
the lab at hospital a called back today while i was asleep. while i haven’t technically been offered the job, i doubt they’re calling me to tell me i’m witty. so, there may be a minor celebration this weekend.
and i was just clearing out the junk e-mail in my mailbox. it would appear that the spammers think i need a bigger penis. but only about four inches bigger. oh, and a rolex. it appears i need one of those, too.
a wang and a watch. they pretty much have me nailed. uh, not.
thanks for stopping by.
that’s weird, because i just happened to check my spam folder at work, and i had exactly two spams in there – one offering to increase the size of my penis, and another hawking a Rolex.
maybe we need to invent a fake Rolex that you wear on your penis that makes it larger. like a cock ring. “tell me what time it is, baby!” “it’s bidness time! unh!”
anyway. sorry to porn up your website here. i’ll see you in the AM.