Thanksgiving on the Rural Bus Route
[C]onsidering the fact that after dinner I felt like a dreary-eyed, pregnant Volkswagen, I think I would have had a hard time walking out to my car, let alone run 3 miles... I wasn't comfortable simply leaving my tender giblets to chance with a pair of cheap Walmart skivvies. I needed the added protection and sucktightedness that only a good jock strap will afford.The whole episode is recounted here.
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The descriptive is so visceral that I couldn't complete the read. It hurt so much that I had to stop. Ouch. Fair Warning Yee of tender vittles.
Posted by genop | December 3, 2009 4:37 PM
Jack, without your help, so many people would not have read about my junk this holiday season.
Sincerely...thanks for the link. I appreciate it.
Jay
Posted by Jay | December 5, 2009 2:29 PM