An interim miscellany of self-surgery, Talmudic sex, sphincters, limericks, humility, a mini book review, Greg vs. Leon, photos of Europe, a cocktail recipe...
Though I am no spring chicken, I found myself on the roof yesterday attending to a pest problem. I will be up there again today but now I can no longer fear simply falling. Now there is the distinct possibility (religious leaders are having serious discussions) of falling onto a neighbor woman passing by and accidentally “inserting” myself in her. Not with my finger, nose, etc., but with something that ought to be zipped up securely in my trousers. Apparently, men working on roofs are often either bottomless or very lax about keeping their pants up. How else could a guy fall with such precision (or luck) and score a bullseye?
Rogozov resuming duties within 2 weeks makes me think he’s better off (also has both his arms), but then again what the Soviets considered “fit enough for duty” is a bit iffy.
Though I am no spring chicken, I found myself on the roof yesterday attending to a pest problem. I will be up there again today but now I can no longer fear simply falling. Now there is the distinct possibility (religious leaders are having serious discussions) of falling onto a neighbor woman passing by and accidentally “inserting” myself in her. Not with my finger, nose, etc., but with something that ought to be zipped up securely in my trousers. Apparently, men working on roofs are often either bottomless or very lax about keeping their pants up. How else could a guy fall with such precision (or luck) and score a bullseye?
Just finished Meditations and starting Discourses.
Rogozov resuming duties within 2 weeks makes me think he’s better off (also has both his arms), but then again what the Soviets considered “fit enough for duty” is a bit iffy.