It looks like homer wasn’t the only person to get a finger poke this week. I was the proud recipient of said greased up finger today as well. AFTER having my balls fondled and squeezed for a bit. My doctor is apparently thorough when it comes to the family jewels. Then he politely asked me to turn around and rest my elbows on the table at which point he used the ice cold lube from hell to aid his finger insertion which found it’s way DEEP into my rectum. I think he found my tonsils. I know where my prostate is, but I think he was checking the dark side of the moon.

I went in for the results of some lab work from “The Great Blood Taking” last week and got surprised with having this physical as well. And a tetanus booster. And an EKG. All the lab work came back negative and normal, so that’s good.

I guess he’s just being “cautious” since I have no idea of what my family medical history is (I’m adopted).

Still, you think they would at least have lube that’s warm…

The filename of the picture is “Larry0.jpg”. I shall call him Larry. He looks like a Larry to me. Larry can do to me what he likes. Well, as long as I like it. The safe word is “banana”.

1 nice day outside for everyone else + being “on call” for the Retail Empire this weekend = 1 bored Erik

I’m bored…

I don’t like to ink when I’m on call. It never fails: I get started on a tattoo then the pager goes off and I have to stop. How would you like to be on the receiving end of the tattoo machine when that happens? I wouldn’t want to be, and I don’t want to subject that on any client.

I know I should be doing something artistic (like drawing) but for whatever reason I am not in the mood. Does that make me moody? And being bored is extremely dangerous for me. As proof I submit a picture of the floor I took:

Ugly carpet.

I swear it was an accidental picture….

And since it’s not really a good idea to look at porn online while I’m here at the tattoo shop, I guess I’ll just have to behave myself. At least there are all these blogs out here to read.

Why are there magazines and other, touchable literature out in the doctor’s office reception area and waiting rooms? Isn’t this the equivalent of your dentist giving you candy on your way out the door?

And why aren’t I in a Vytorin ad?

Two sources of cholesterol…

I have no idea who he is, or what he is thinking about… but I can imagine!