John might read my blog now. By all accounts I have been the only one reading my blog. Because I have like maybe 4 profile views more than actual blogs I've written (I've already gone through this math in a previous blog so I wont bore myself with it again. Especially since I know how my mind thinks and how I will try to use dimensional analysis to subtract two numbers).
So I was checking out my blog and saw that my previous blog had the word gynecologist in it. I just wrote the damn thing today and I've already forgotten I wrote it there.
And now John will think I'm intimately in tune with what goes on at a gynecologist's office. THIS IS NOT THE CASE. I've never even gone to that kind of doctor. I hardly ever go to the doctor. Why would I go if I feel fine? They will say I need medicine and the next thing you know I'll be taking some allergy medicine for the rest of my life!
And since John might read my blog I cant write about how I started wiping while I was towards the end of my peeing and it kinda soaked the toilet paper and the paper ripped while I was wiping.
WHERE CAN I VOICE THESE STORIES? IS THE WORLD NOT SECURE AND SAFE?
PS I know guys start packing up before they are done. I'm assuming this is where the spray tinkles come from.
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