I Might Have A Prostate Problem

TGIF, huh? Not for me: I just pissed myself.

Frankly, I blame it on Montgomery‘s world-class Old Fashioneds. I’ve been belting them down since getting home from work earlier today, and my fine Corinthian leather sofa kept feeling more and more comfortable. Next thing I knew, I experienced a great feeling of relief and a soaking wet lap. Needless to say, I don’t rate this as one of my finer moments.

Of course, it could also be a sign of prostate cancer. I guess I’ll make an appointment with Doc Steinbrau, just to make sure. After all, one can never be too careful when it comes to maintaining the love muscle’s plumbing, and I need to get some boils lanced on my ass anyhow.

But first, another Old Fashioned. And perhaps a dry pair of pants. I’d say that I hope your afternoon is going better than mine, but let’s face it — I really don’t care.

Categories: Drugs, Leisure, Servants

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