Mr. Sun has convinced me to make an appointment to get some things checked out. Even though his very fine, richly illustrated, account of a here-to-for mysterious medical procedure reveals the many indignities that must be endured for proper man-health, his encounter with the last of the wondrous testing machines gives me the strength to get through what must be done.
"... until you've had the bad boy above blowing on your junk, you haven't lived. When it was over, I got its serial number and promised to call...."
Read it guys, and make that call. (Confused about the title? Explanation here)
6:21:26 AM  
|
|