At home sick today in spite of the fact when I wrote this yesterday I was on lots of medication (as if that wasn’t glaringly obvious).
PolarField, no way I’m letting Rosie the Riveter anywhere near my John Thomas. What if I need an MRI sometime in the future?
Beagledave, I’m hoping it takes a great deal of time and effort to pull a picture of such a perv up. Thankfully my brow doesn’t shade my chin like Mr. Porsche there.
And Waverly, thanks to you my already disparate lexicon of bizarre terminology is now complete. You are a true friend.