pictures of christmas and whatnot to follow when i get back home. right now i’m busy doing unforgivable things to my gastrointestinal tract. until then, i offer a bit of randomness to tide you over.
me: so i don’t think i want a leon paul foil after- goddammit.
PRM: what?
me: dude, i can’t have a serious conversation with you when you’re jumblin your jumbly bits.
PRM: i don’t know what you’re talking about. (note that he does not stop scratching his junk for a second.)
me: i don’t want to pet a dog that’s in the middle of LICKING his balls, and i don’t want to talk to a dude that’s in the middle of SCRATCHING his balls.
PRM: how about a monkey that’s jacking it?
me: right. i’ll come back in an hour when you’re finished.
PRM: i’ll be asleep.
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December 28, 2008 at 6:37 am
I pet my dog when he’s licking his balls. I also usually add some encouraging words like, “Way to live the dream, puppy!” It’s called positive reinforcement.