Gone and now to be forgotten: that time I complained about my testicles.
Don't remember it? It was earlier this summer -- on 5.4.13 -- and I was bitching and moaning about how they sometimes got in the way when I was "rutching" around on the couch trying to nap.
But then I went looking through the television listings to map out the night tonight (TV is my addiction, and TVGuide is my enabler -- I'm kind of a Mike Teavee Two, were Roald Dahl still alive [and were he to approve the appropriation of his creative work], although, seeing this idea through a little farther, I predict that nowadays I'd end up trapped on demand [or worse -- on Hulu] if I couldn't control my appetites a la the wisdom of the Wonka) ... and I discovered that TLC is airing a "documentary" entitled "The Man with the 132 lb Scrotum".
Ummm ... Scrotal Lymphedema is not a laughing matter, so I'll attempt no stabs at humor (I just don't have the balls to make the joke, so to speak) and I'll just twist my normal Memorial Monday ending to say that ... perspective, you will not be missed.
WATCH IF YOU DARE ON TLC TONIGHT:
http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/categories/the-man-with-the-132-lb-scrotum/
CLEARLY THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER:
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3236059/
LOOKING TO CLEANSE YOUR PALATE WITH SOMETHING MORE WHIMSICAL?:
http://www.roalddahl.com/
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