So here we are again. The eve of another 'sample' giving.
What will the morning bring?
Hopefully I won't see Spencer tomorrow, all going to plan he is already heading an expedition up through the fallopian wilderness, a la Indiana Jones, with words of inspiration ringing in his wee spermy ears.
Mind you, I sincerely hope he is raiding a bloody egg and not a lost ark, although with my guys you never really know what they've got planned, and with women's bits you never really know what you'll find.
Either way, we'll know the answer to that particular poser in a little over a week.
The chances are I wouldn't recognise him in the crowd anyway, not being racist or anything, but they do all look quite similar. The ones with two heads or tails aside of course.
All in all, my concerns before the previous 'handover' are all but gone.
While I'm no sharpshooter, I know I can aim well enough from close range, and if the previous attempt is anything to go by I shouldn't have the mental trauma of delivering not too fast nor too slow, but just right.
Kind of like a masturbating version of 'goldilocks & the three bears'.
I refuse to think about handing it over again, that just makes my testicles huddle together for comfort.
On the bright side, (I use that term in a manner as loose as an Australian's morals), I've been 'saving up', and therefore the questionable volume (again, amount, not noise levels) of semen from the previous time, should be improved upon.
Although bearing in mind the size of the bloody container, we may need to put some paper down.
I could be optimistic and hope that this sample turns out to be as productive as Doodaddy's sample which has apparently yielded interesting results. As much as I want to kick him in the 'nads right now, I'll just say congratulations. You greedy maggot.
So, the only remaining question is, bedroom, bathroom, living room, office, kitchen or garden shed?
Maybe I should remove my shoes and socks, take a paddle and join in with the frogs....