First I took my lonesome to lunch at our local Wendy's.
Hey, nothing but the best for me.
Mid-bite, I glanced up from my chicken sandwich to see the women of "The Talk" cackling down at me from both directions about "scrotum rejuvenation".
Yes, you read that right....I'm talking ball "ironing", ladies.
This, of course, led me to look it up.
Traumatized, I took myself to a matinee of a Danish rom-com called "Den skaldede frisør" (All You Need is Love). I'd never heard of it, but what the hell, right?
It was pretty enough and well acted....but I didn't much like it.
Surely enough, my
"So stale that the whole thing plays like a Scandinavian Tyler Perry movie."
Which actually makes it sound better than it was.
On the way home, I took a swing around to the library to return some books.
The librarian's farts pushed me out of the art section and into the direction of this one (below), so, of course, I picked it up too:
In it, he goes on and on about his son and his husband...so much that
I can't help but be curious. My research leads me to find his husband here:
I just bet he's having to have his scrotum rejuvenated right