It’s like pissing tacks, I tell you. Which can only mean one thing: I’ve got the clap. Or as I like to call it, gonorrhea.
Ah well. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had it, and it probably won’t be the last. But it does mean a shot of ceftriaxone. In the ass, no less. Unfortunately, Doc Steinbrau says he can’t see me ’til Monday. Which means I get to enjoy another day of screaming every time I take a leak.