Damn, did I ever receive some sad news. It seems that the last of my swimmers died today when my nuts exploded from non-use.* Now that possibility was not contained in the owners manual and I did not find the event to be an enjoyable experience. However, it has relieved me of the problem of worryin' 'bout if I was ever gonna sire my own progeny. It seems that I won't. Lack of swimmers insures that end. Therefore, I no longer require a ready and willin' mate to sire said children nor any need to further engage in sexual activity of any kind. As such, I no longer have a need for women, nor, for that matter, for people in any form or nature. I have no reason to exist. I am officially a worthless piece of human trash. Yay me!
In the navel news, department -- there is none. How could I think 'bout my navel when I was thinkin' 'bout my nuts. End of report.
*OK, OK, my nuts did not explode and I might still have some viable swimmers somewhere, but it could happen, ya know?
Posted by notGeorge at January 25, 2004 11:42 PM | TrackBackhee, hee, i thought you were serious for a moment about the swimmers. gurl
Posted by: anonymous gurl at January 26, 2004 05:12 PM