Gut Rumbles

July 21, 2003

roscoe update

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."

Posted by: Ric on July 21, 2003 07:36 PM

Can't you just deflate it?

Posted by: Geoffrey on July 21, 2003 07:52 PM

Or join Tim Hardon's band....

Posted by: bear, the (one each) on July 21, 2003 07:52 PM

That sounds extremely embarrassing. Sorry to hear about that.

Posted by: Melissa on July 21, 2003 09:41 PM

Dammit Rob! If my Uncle Pump were still alive, i would have him call you for peer support. It's gotta go down eventually.

Posted by: Denny Wilson on July 21, 2003 09:46 PM

This is where I chime in with my "awww, poor baby" bit, right?

Can I offer you a back scratch in the meantime?

Posted by: Da Goddess on July 21, 2003 09:57 PM

You think this is what someone had in mind when they coined the phrase, "be careful what you wish for?"

Posted by: Cyn on July 21, 2003 09:57 PM

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.

Posted by: Plunge on July 21, 2003 10:21 PM

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!

Posted by: MommaBear on July 22, 2003 10:36 AM

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.

Posted by: BJK on July 22, 2003 09:38 PM

"stove-up wanger"

Fuck thats funny. rofl. Not the condition, of course, but your term.

Posted by: pril on July 23, 2003 06:30 AM
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