July 21, 2003
IF I CAN'T GET RID OF THIS SEMI-WOODY I AM GOING TO CUT IT OFF!!!
I cannot keep walking around with that stove-up wanger in my pants. It drives me crazy. It hurts. I don't like this boner that I wanted so badly.
I need some flaccidity. I am tired of this torture-device.
Goddam. Having a constant throbber might be nice in a cat-house, but I don't need it at work. Something's got to give here.
You could re-start your singing career as "Semi-Woody Guthrie."
Can't you just deflate it?
Or join Tim Hardon's band....
That sounds extremely embarrassing. Sorry to hear about that.
Dammit Rob! If my Uncle Pump were still alive, i would have him call you for peer support. It's gotta go down eventually.
This is where I chime in with my "awww, poor baby" bit, right?
Can I offer you a back scratch in the meantime?
You think this is what someone had in mind when they coined the phrase, "be careful what you wish for?"
Wow, sounds like it has been a rough one for you. My wife had major back surgery about the time you had your penile implant, I think she is doing better than you are right now. Sucks to be you.
How soon do you see the doctor again?? Seems as though he owes you some kind of advice beyond: it will subside. He owes you an thorough explanation every step of the way!
A-Man, just relax. You're the only one who thinks that the pimple in your pants is even noticeable to someone who's not looking through a Hubble telescope.
Fuck thats funny. rofl. Not the condition, of course, but your term.