I’m not kidding when I say that I just experienced perhaps the worst pain - albeit shortlived - I’ve ever experienced. I just excused myself from my desk and went in the men’s room to play yahtzee (or tetris lately). If you don’t get that last sentence, use your imagination a minute; it will come to you. So anyhow, I’m wrapping things up, and I turn to the roll on the wall, and as I shift my weight slightly, the loose-hinged toilet set slid off it’s little feet, and left me between the rim of the bowl and the seat itself, with most of my 210+ pounds holding me down and my weiner securely in place. I wanted nothing more than to shriek out like a little girl, but I kept it to a modest volume, much like you sound when you burp with your mouth closed. I was instantly proud. Folks, I’m not making this shit up. You can’t make that up.

While I was writing this, I went back to the scene of the crime to check on “it”. It’s noticeable. If you saw it, you’d say: “Dude, what happened to your weiner.” To which I would reply: “Ah, I slammed it in a toilet seat…It’s no biggie”, even though I’d be crying on the inside.

My god man…it hurt so bad. Now, here’s how I see this: 50% of you are laughing uncontrollably (the women),25% of you are laughing, but with empathy, and 25% of you are not laughing at all, because something like this has happened and you remember the pain.

Well, it’s of to Viriginia, so I won’t be writing anymore until at least Saturday night (Aug. 26). My mobile connectivity is not what it should be for a guy in my line of work, and technorati style, but ah well. Later