The title got me too.

"It's the most sex I've had this year". Apparently, making mildly comedic smalltalk isn't the done thing when a stranger has your testicle clamped in a vice-like grip. It seemed to make him nervous. By 'him' I mean my cancer surgeon. Yup. I got cancer, yo. Strange to use the word really. Not only because as a 32 year old, non-smoking, teetotal Decathlete, it's not the done thing, but because having met 4 ultrasound administrators, 3 surgeons and … Read More

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