Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Pecker Trauma
My dad comes out of his doctor visit today with a prescription for Viagra. If you have read my previous blogs you know that I get to drive Mr. Daisy because he's blind and I'm the sibling that "doesn't have a real job". Having to hear about bowel movements, enlarged prostate, etc. wasn't exciting enough for me and now I get to know that he's doing the horizontal mambo. I realize I should be happy for him that "floppy" gets to hop again but SERIOUSLY I do NOT want to know this shit. Plus there's a monetary equation here in that the pharmacy was running an hour and a half behind so he left the rx and I get to drive over and pick him up and take him there again tomorrow to pick up the goods. So the whole drive there and back using my gas and time will be for the sole reason that my dad can get laid. Cripes.
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3 comments:
An erect penis should always be celebrated... unless it's attached to the bum at the laundry mat with his pants down around his ankles.
~high fives to your Pops~
well, at least he's 'lively' for his age...
Hey - one day you'll be blessed with a kid that will do the same for you.
There's also an easy solution to all of this: Get a job. A real one.
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