Right after dinner this year, my dad lost two units of blood through his penis and stroked out on the toilet.
Turns out the “stroke” was really a vasovagal response to the bleeding, and the bleeding is a complication of the elective prostate surgery he had about a month ago. His urologist is up in there right now cauterizing the sucker (hopefully). I’m typing this from the surgery waiting area.
So, yeah. This Thanksgiving will go down in history as The First Time In My Adult Life That I Saw My Dad’s Wiener.