What a day – complete with a surgical procedure I won’t bother detailing – yet – but suffice it to say that access to the affected area was up my, well, squathole.
No drugs, either! What’s the point of surgery if you don’t get any drugs? How can you have your pudding if you don’t eat your meat? Antibiotics though, so I can’t even drink! I’m typing this while standing.
Anyway, the pickin’s here at Obalesque Café will be thin for a day or two. I recommend checking out Webeneezer Scrooge instead. He may look dumb, but he’s ugly.
Ouch. Oh, I already said that.
Obalesque 
Did your doc ever do time?
Hey Lincoln! Happy Birthday!
Hi ho! Hemorrhoids or better yet, prostate? Been there done that with both, and they’re both a pain in the ass. But better than UTI. That’s up the johnson, and that smarts.
As they say, gettin’ old ain’t for sissies.
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I don’t have anything to say, but as a semi-regular here I felt I should add my name at least.
When the doctor found the gerbil, did he report you to animal welfare?
Hey Webby Screwage: Don’t knock it til you tried it, old sweet. Or maybe you have? Hmm?
My gerbil is named “Schlomo”, I’ll have you know and he doesn’t work from Friday night through sundown on Saturday. Have you no respect for religion?????
BTW, for the writer’s above proceedure, it was the first time, I’m told the doctor ever attached a fishing reel to withdraw the apparatus.