Well... my penis is no longer a baby making war machine. That’s right, I got a vasectomy. And not just a pretend one. A real one. And as a very few of our loyal readers will recall, one of our first posts was about Pat’s vasectomy, which can be foundhere and over here but not here.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Now I’m not here to debate whether growing up as a child believing geese are the ultimate rulers of the sky and heavens is a good thing or not. Also that expired medication are little gifts given to us by these geese gods, that can be exchanged for knowledge and baked goods, that without, one would certainly live a life of shame and horror.