Monday, 12 November 2007

Rehab For Testicles

What a great idea that would be...

Well howdy doody folks...my boys are aching from this bloody carry on, up and down like a fiddler's elbow. (again, not me in the pic...) So I've placed them in a plastic bag with some ice and should they not fall off due to frostbite beforehand, I imagine they will be ready to go again in an hour or so...

All jesting aside, this never ending humpy marathon is going to be the death of me, how people can do this AND work, AND walk upright is beyond me.

Actually, you wanna know what WILL be the death of me... these feckin' tags and memes. I'm now on the receiving end of two that I will someday, somewhere, somehow get around to doing. I'm sure the day will come when I have bored even myself enough to go for it and complete them. So Tiff, and foreigner by default, I'm eternally grateful for the tags and I will eventually complete them.

So aside from my seed being drained from my carcas on what seems like an hourly basis what is going in this demented little existence of mine?

-I've realised that my job, or my 'career' to be more exact, bores me. Bores me silly. Now, I'm reasonably good at it, in some demand even, but it is so dull it makes me want to chew my own short and curlies. Almost.

-Said 'career' is under some scrutiny, as I've had a talk with another consultancy who seemed eager to take things further, so I hope my disinterest oozing from each and every orifice didn't put them off. We shall see in good time I guess.

-Two friends of mine are getting hitched, in a big hooplah (I like the h at the end, gives it more jazz) this weekend. So for the first time in my 6 1/2 years in Holland, all our friends will be descending on Ireland at the same time for the mother of all parties. Now THIS I am looking forward to. I don't expect us all to survive the weekend.

So, with that useless information, aside from having let you all know that we are still rabbiting to the best of our failing abilities, I'm going to leave you with this phrase which I saw wonderfully displayed in an Irish Bar in Amsterdam....


....Have a think about it....

8 comments:

tiff said...

I can hear your pain under all that humour. Keep rabbiting!
That sign, is it for real?!?!?!
I spat my tea onto the keayboard when I read it.

Jared said...

Chewing your short and curlies? LOL! Oh, the mental image is just too much!

Veronica said...

Oh god, now I know why my partner gives me THAT look when I tell him we have to have more sex.

TTC sucks. Lots.

I hope you have plenty of luck and soon.

Hilary (The Trying Game) said...

Okay seriously, the fact that you need ice is very, very impressive. Good luck!!

BusyDad said...

I wish I could have a humpy marathon... even a humpy sprint... or a hump.

Xbox4NappyRash said...

@Tiff -
the sign is 100% genuine, not the one in the pic mind, but the same wording is to be seen in Dan Murphy's Pub on the Leidseplein in Amsterdam.

Sorry 'bout the keyboard.

@Jared -
Would it help if I said I was ginger?

@Veronica -
Welcome ! thanks for commenting.
TTC (I really dislike that acronym for some reason) CAN be a pain in the ass, not to mention other vital areas not too far afield of that, but I wouldn't swap where I am now for where I as say 12 months ago. Not in a million. And as much as I complain, it IS good fun.

@Hilary -
And I keep an extinguisher handy at all times !

@BusyDad -
A hump could be a good look for you, very Parisian...

baby~amore' said...

if they do it that way - they will never get pregnant !

Xbox4NappyRash said...

I HOPE you just mean the sign!

and not that I've been doing it wrong all along....