No no no no no. Prostate. Prostate. Prostate.
Prostate.
Please repeat: The kindly gentleman was found lying prostrate on the sofa awaiting his beloved prostate exam.
Now let’s try this one: The man was distraught when he heard that his beloved heroine overdosed on heroin.
I don’t know if this is “rant-y” enough, but I think that the fact that I was once again rendered completely apoplectic by this stupidstupidstupidfucking mistake would suffice for me putting this here.
Having had mine removed — during which time I was not only prostrate, but am told I was pretty much standing on my head — I can assure you that there is a decided difference between having one and not having one.